"No." Gu Jingting lowered his eyes. He was obviously very weak, but he was very stubborn on this kind of issue. "This is not a small problem."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Song Qiao, not missing any of her expressions.
It's true, I won't give up.
Song Qiao felt helpless at Gu Jingting's reaction. Partly she didn't want him to get his way, and partly because she felt embarrassed, she simply said, "Yes, do you still have any questions?"
Gu Jingting felt that it was expected, but he was still a little irritated.
He rolled his eyes, noticed something was wrong, and asked coolly, "Did your hand get hurt yesterday?"
Song Qiao looked sideways at her arm. Although she tried her best to cover up the wound by wearing loose clothes, the bandage was still vaguely outlined as she moved.
In addition, the pain made Song Qiao's movements somewhat stagnant, so it was not surprising that Gu Jingting saw it.
"Yeah." Song Qiao responded in a low voice, "When we were attacked yesterday, we didn't hide away."
Gu Jingting's eyes were darkened, and there was a surge in them. He hid his thoughts and said softly, "Pull up your sleeves and show me the wound."
Song Qiao heard the words and obeyed, but said, "The wound is wrapped with gauze, so you can't see anything."
As his sleeves were pulled up, Gu Jingting could only see the white gauze wrapping the wound. He said nothing more, but raised his eyebrows and said, "You are quite obedient today."
Song Qiao deliberately angered him, "After all, it was you who saved me, so it doesn't matter if I just listen to a few words from you."
"..."
Gu Jingting couldn't see at this moment that Song Qiao was deliberately angry with him. He gritted his teeth secretly and said nothing. His slightly drooped eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eye sockets, looking inexplicably aggrieved.
Song Qiao pretended not to see it, poured a glass of water from the bedside, and handed it to him.
Gu Jingting raised his eyes slightly.
The morning light gradually brightened and shone in from the outside, casting a shallow layer of light on Song Qiao's fair face. In addition, due to the excessive blood loss recently, it looked white and almost transparent.
His mind suddenly moved, he grabbed Song Qiao's wrist and pulled it towards him.
"Be careful!" Song Qiao exclaimed.
She still finished shouting, or in other words, Gu Jingting didn't care. Most of the water in the cup spilled out, soaking a large piece of the quilt. The remaining half cup was held by Song Qiao reluctantly.
Gu Jingting used force to pull her to his eyes.
The two of them were very close, their breaths intertwined with each other. As long as Song Qiao raised his eyes, he could see himself reflected in Gu Jingting's eyes, so he had to look away in panic.
"You listen to whatever I say?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his head was suddenly carried away. When he heard the question, he just wanted to evade it quickly so as to break free from his hands.
"Well, let go first." Song Qiao said.
When Gu Jingting heard this, instead of letting go, he pulled her tighter.
His high fever had just subsided, and he was still a little weak. The temperature of the palm holding Song Qiao was also slightly warm. In fact, if she wanted to forcefully break away, it would be no problem.
But Song Qiao couldn't bear it.
After Gu Jingting had gone through so much trouble, he looked a lot haggard to the naked eye. Song Qiao thought about it, so she let Gu Jingting go and just said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me carefully. I can't run away."
"Really?" How could Gu Jingting not see the compromise in Song Qiao's eyes, and immediately said, "Then take off your coat and sleep with me for a while."
"Gu Jingting..."
Song Qiao was a little helpless. Looking at the man's leisurely eyes, he said, "It's morning now, why should I sleep?"
Gu Jingting raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I am injured now. I just woke up and I don't have much strength. I need to sleep for a while to recuperate. Is there any problem?"
The most important thing is that he looked at the green and black eyes under Song Qiao's eyes and knew that she must not have slept well last night.
"Can……"
"Come up."
Gu Jingting's words were concise and concise, with an unquestionable tone in his voice. As soon as he finished speaking, when he saw that Song Qiao didn't move, he made a gesture to get up and pull her to lie down.
"Don't move." Song Qiao finally compromised, "Don't touch the wound."
After she finished speaking, she walked around the end of the bed and lay down on the other side of Gu Jingting.
This was the first time they lay on the same bed after they met again. Although the situation was different, it still had an air of ambiguity.
Song Qiao looked uncomfortable and lay stiffly beside the bed.
But the woody fragrance on Gu Jingting's body was inexplicably rich, and it came intermittently from the side, making her unconsciously want to continue to distance herself.
"If you move any further, you can just sleep under the bed." Gu Jingting's cold voice came.
Song Qiao was frightened for a moment, then looked sideways, and found that she had already slept on the edge of the bed. If she moved a little further, she would really fall, so she had to silently move a little further in.
Gu Jingting watched her tossing back and forth and sneered, "You don't know, you think I'm some kind of scourge."
Song Qiao said sarcastically, "No."
After she finished speaking, she didn't hear Gu Jingting say anything more, but her mind was still tense.
After all, this man is really like a bomb that can explode at any time. He doesn't know when it will explode, catching Song Qiao by surprise.
Song Qiao braced himself and waited.
But as the temperature in the quilt increased, Song Qiao's thoughts gradually slackened. Soon, sleepiness came over her, and she half closed her eyes, half drooping.
"Go to sleep."
Drowsily, she heard someone say something. In an instant, her tense mind relaxed, and Song Qiao sank into darkness.
This night, Song Qiao slept very soundly and didn't even dream.
When I woke up, the setting sun shone in outside the window and shone on the bedside. The people watching felt peaceful. Song Qiao opened his eyes and looked for a moment. Suddenly he noticed something and looked towards the end of the bed.
Gu Jingting didn't know when he got up and was sitting on the sofa, looking down at the ground.
In front of him, Qiqi and Xiaotang were sitting. They were playing with building blocks silently. Occasionally they would look up at Gu Jingting, asking for advice in their big eyes.
"Let it go." Gu Jingting said.
After Qiqi and Xiaotang received the answer, they lowered their heads and put the blocks on.
Although there were no unnecessary words between the two adults and the child, the atmosphere was very good. Invisibly, Song Qiao had the illusion of a father playing with his children.
What happened?
Song Qiao was at a loss.
"Mommy!"
Qiqi was the first to notice that Song Qiao had woken up. She immediately dropped the blocks in her hand and ran to Song Qiao, blinking at her with her big grape-like eyes.
Song Qiao sat up and reached out to touch her head, "Why are you here?"
Qiqi raised her head and said, "My brother and I missed you, so my grandma asked us to come in and wait." She said, looking at Song Qiao's injured hand, and asked, "Is Mommy's hand still hurting?"
"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Qiao shook his head.
She looked at Gu Jingting, frowned and said, "The doctor has told you that you need to lie down and rest now, and you can't move around. Why did you get up on your own again?"
