At first, Bo Zhanye thought he was hallucinating, because the sweet words, kisses and comfort every night were just to express his longing for him.
How can a person in a coma respond?
But when he took a shallow breath again and kissed her slightly, he clearly felt that her breathing became slightly disordered and her lips moved slightly.
Even though it was very shallow, she was indeed moving.
"Creek?"
"You can feel it, right?"
"It's me, your husband Bo Zhanye."
"Give me some more responses, huh?"
Surprised and unexpected, Bo Zhanye hugged Fu Xixi tightly and kissed her harder.
His emotions were a little out of control and his actions were a little uncontrollable.
Want her to respond, want her to give him a voice.
He carefully felt everything that belonged to her, the sweet taste, the warm breath...
Somehow, he felt that she wanted it too and wanted to continue developing a relationship with him.
But, she is a patient, and he can no longer lose control.
"When you wake up, no matter how much or how long it takes, I will give it to you."
Bo Zhanye kissed Fu Xixi deeply on the lips, then quickly left and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower to calm down.
Half an hour later, he put on a clean and tidy suit and went to Yilan's room.
"Master Bo Jiu, what's the matter at this late hour?" Yilan, who was woken up by the knock on the door, was very unhappy and cold.
Bo Zhanye glanced at the thin pajamas she was wearing and said, "Change into some clothes. I'll wait for you in the medical office. If you need anything, I'll ask you."
This was an order. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he turned around and left.
Yilan looked at his back and pushed her hair away angrily.
Although she agreed to help him and he gave her a generous reward, who allowed him to disturb her sleeping time?
She has serious sleep quality requirements and just closes the door and goes to bed.
Bo Zhanye waited for five minutes but didn't see anyone, his eyebrows were furrowed in displeasure.
He got up and came outside her room again: "I'm asking you for help, not to let you sleep. Of course, I won't disturb you in the middle of the night if it's not something important."
Yilan finally fell asleep again: "..."
Just one word: annoying.
But she had to get up, walk to the door, open it, and ask, "What's important? Master Bo Jiu said it straight away."
Bo Zhanye saw that she was really sleepy, so he no longer forced her to go to the office and went straight to the point:
"When I kissed my wife tonight, I found that she was responsive and conscious. I think this situation is a special phenomenon. Can I use it as a breakthrough?"
Yilan: "... Master Jiu came to my room to wake me up in the middle of the night, just because he wanted to tell me what was going on in the room between you and your wife?"
"Also, she is a patient now, and you can't bear the loneliness and touch her?"
Bo Zhanye's face darkened: "That's not the case, I'm talking about serious matters."
"What I said is very serious." Yilan said sternly: "I think a man who talks to a woman alone late at night has ulterior motives.
For example, you want to tell me that even if your wife is in a coma, you still have needs.
For example, express that your skills are very good, so that the comatose person can react.
For example, implying that your wife is inconvenient right now, signaling..."
"Shut up!" Bo Zhanye couldn't listen anymore and looked at Yilan with extremely deep eyes:
"I am only interested in my wife in this life."
"You are not qualified yet."
"Besides, if I were not worried about my wife's condition, let alone coming to see you late at night, even if you passed by me, I would treat you like nothing."
"So, put away your speculations and narcissism, and if you want to leave here, cooperate with me to wake up my wife this morning."