"In this world, no one will use methods against me except Zuo An. My aunt has told me that she will not let Zuo An harass me."
Ling Ang still refused to give up, "No, I have to let the bodyguard protect you."
Wang Aoshuang heard that there was an irresistible meaning in his tone, so he could only agree, "Okay."
Ling Ang grabbed her hand, with a soft light in his eyes, "Ao Shuang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you."
She shook her head and smiled slightly, "As long as I'm with you, I'm willing to bear any more grievances."
He moved his body with some difficulty and wanted to get up.
"What are you going to do? Your wound cannot move." She asked anxiously.
"You are leaving again, I want to hug you."
"Don't move, I'll hug you."
"Then you go to bed."
Wang Aoshuang blushed a little, "Why do you go to bed? This is the hospital."
"One side of my shoulder blade was injured and I could only sleep on my side. How could you hug me if you don't sleep?"
She had no choice but to glance at the door of the room, and could only sleep beside him, facing him sideways, and put her arms around him.
"Sleep a little bit."
"Why do I sleep? My hands are long enough."
"I want to feel your body temperature and your heartbeat."
She smiled helplessly, and could only move her body and put her body into his arms.
He had a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with his steady breath, which made him feel panicked.
His face was close to her eyes, with a hint of lust and a pale lips, but the arc was extremely graceful.
He faintly smiled like a mountain wind, "Well, I just like the feeling of you holding me."
"If you like it, I will hold you like this every day from now on."
A hint of meaning appeared on his eyebrows, and he whispered in her ear, "It's not just about every day, but Wanwan has to hug me like this."
She bent her eyebrows, "Why are you so inappropriate?"
"What I said is true. Will you hug me and sleep after getting married?"
She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
He buried his head in her neck, rubbed it, and said softly, "I want to kiss you."
"But you were injured."
"I have a back injury and my mouth is not injured."
"But it will involve the nerves."
"Then I won't move, just kiss me."
She flashed her eyes with restraint, "What should the doctor come in later?"
"Just kiss. If you want to leave for so long, just leave a kiss of nostalgia." The gentleness in his eyes was as clear as the springs in the mountains, and with a childlike prayer.
She smiled helplessly, and could only turn her head over and kiss his lips gently.
"No, this is not affectionate enough."
She raised her eyebrows embarrassedly, "How can you be affectionate enough?"
A faint faint light flashed in his eyes, "Okay, I'll show you."
He printed his lips on her lips and rolled tightly, and his tongue swam like silk on her lips, patient and a little eager.
His hands covered her side face, bringing her closer to his lips and allowing his tongue to extend to the depths of her mouth.
Her slender fingers carefully depicted her face, gently stroked her forehead, bringing out soft touches.
She felt a numb and soft feeling between her lips, and a little bit of it merged into her heart, as smooth as chocolate.
She couldn't help but reach out to cover the back of his head and responded gently.