He had become squeamish throughout his life as a patient, and was unwilling to cooperate with others even in taking medicine.
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At midnight, Zhuo Jian quietly entered the ward building, greeted the medical staff and asked about his condition. After confirming that it was just a simple fever, she quietly walked to the ward.
The reason why she came so late was because she didn't want him to know that she had been here.
She wanted to take a peek quietly, but she left when she saw that he was asleep.
But......
She found that the small light was on in the ward and there was no one on the bed.
She pushed the door open and went in, then looked away nervously, he was not there.
Did he slip away quietly?
The surroundings were eerily quiet. She knew he didn't like injections or being hospitalized, but what else could he do if he had a fever that made him dizzy?
"Looking for me?"
Suddenly there was a deep voice behind her, with the smell of cigarette smoke, and she turned her head reflexively.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, walked around her and said, "I'm a little annoyed, I went to have a cigarette."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mouth moved, and she wanted to blurt out several times that she was just passing by, but she thought that the door to her home was a bit far away, so she held back, and just watched him walk to the bed, turn around, and then sit on the edge of the bed, holding his hands.
On the side, he suddenly raised his head and stared straight at her.
It was so sharp and it hurt her heart.
"What do you want from me? Do you want to warn me not to go back to my old house and touch my son for the next few days?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, thought for a long time, and wanted to say yes, but felt that he might be hurt.
She habitually put her hands behind her back, gently picked at the door frame, lowered her head and murmured: "I just came to take a look, I'm leaving."
"Zhuo Jian!"
As soon as she turned around, her name was suddenly called sharply from behind.
She stopped, as if something had opened its bloody mouth to swallow her whole body.
"Aren't you going to give me a reasonable explanation?"
Fu Yanye held the hand on the edge of the bed hard, but stood up in the next second.
Zhuo Jian felt like something was about to jump out of her heart. She was sweating slightly on the tip of her nose. She already regretted coming here.
But who would have thought that when he should be sleeping in the middle of the night, he would go out to smoke.
"You came to the hospital so late, don't you have nothing to say to me?"
Fu Yanye suddenly stood behind her.
Zhuo Jian felt her back begin to feel numb, until his hot body covered her. She raised her head sadly and leaned closer to the door panel.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye held her shoulders with his hands, and then slowly applied force.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned around and wanted to push him, but before his hand could touch him, he held it and raised it above his head.
She leaned against the door panel and looked at him, watching his dark eyes looking down at her with some resentment.
"Why did you come to me so late? Do you still care about me?"
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead, his breath still smelled of smoke and threats.
"You, please let me go first."
She felt like her hands were cramping, and her posture was so ambiguous.
But Fu Yanye whispered, stubbornly, "Tell me first why you came here?"
His knee gently pressed against hers, and the breath on his thin lips teased her intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhuo Jian was so depressed that she could hardly breathe. She didn't dare to move her eyes. She felt that her heart and lungs were getting hotter and hotter, as if she had been scalded by the gurgling hot water that had just been boiled on the stove.