In the dark, if an object falls towards you, most people's first reaction is to avoid or push it away.
The same goes for Zhou Ziwu, who subconsciously wanted to hide, but the scent of orchids made him dodge halfway, and then forcefully took it back.
The next moment.
A fragrant and soft body crashed into his arms.
Zhou Ziwu was confused.
Although when she was recording "The Strongest Sound", she hugged him out of excitement, but there were people and cameras around her at that time, so of course he didn't have any messy thoughts.
But now, in this scene, at this time, what does she want to do?
His heart was beating wildly, his body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands, "Um... Qingqiu?"
"I feel terrible."
Her slightly hoarse voice made his blood boil, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his brain, calming him down.
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on the road.
A black car sped by, and the fallen leaves on the roadside were rolled around by the wind brought by the car.
At four o'clock in the morning in the Magic City, the winding traffic during the day was finally gone.
For this reason, Zhou Ziwu only drove for ten minutes to reach the hospital, which usually takes half an hour.
After parking the car, he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat. He held Chu Qingqiu in a princess hug and went straight to the emergency room.
Chu Qingqiu didn't say a word the whole time, but just buried her face in his arms. Her cheeks, which were originally red due to fever, became darker.
Half an hour later.
In a single ward.
Zhou Ziwu stood beside the hospital bed, staring at the liquid in the intravenous drip bottle for a while, then took a stool and sat down, staring at Chu Qingqiu on the hospital bed.
"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me in time."
"Oh." Chu Qingqiu responded slightly.
After a while.
Zhou Ziwu found that the blush on her face that had finally faded seemed to have deepened again.
However, he was not sure whether he was dazzled, so he moved closer and continued to stare.
After a few seconds, her face became visibly redder.
Zhou Ziwu was startled and stood up and said: "Your face is so red. This drip has no effect. I'll call the doctor."
With that said, he came to the bedside and was about to ring the bell.
"Wait a moment."
Chu Qingqiu called to stop.
Zhou Ziwu turned around and looked down at her doubtfully.
When her eyes met his, Chu Qingqiu quietly looked away and said with a little guilt: "No, I feel much better. Besides, she is working so hard, so I'd better not disturb her."
Zhou Ziwu shook his head, "It's better to call the doctor, it will feel more at ease."
Chu Qingqiu wanted to explain, but couldn't open his mouth, so he could only say, "Then press it."
Soon, the doctor came over.
After listening to Zhou Ziwu's narration, she asked Chu Qingqiu again about his feelings.
A few minutes later.
"Doctor, the blush on her face has gone away again." Zhou Ziwu said.
The doctor hummed, observed for a moment, and said, "Maybe the liquid has taken effect. OK, let's continue the infusion. If you need anything, call me."
After saying that, she left the ward.
"I just said it's nothing." After the doctor left, Chu Qingqiu whispered.
Zhou Ziwu sat down again and said, "It's best if it's okay. I'm relieved."
When Chu Qingqiu heard this, the hand that was not infused silently pulled up the quilt on his body, covering half of his face, only revealing his big eyes.
She was afraid that if he saw her face, he would call the doctor again.
Zhou Ziwu yawned, looked up at the intravenous drip bottle, and said to Chu Dahu: "You should take a nap first, it looks like it will take a while to finish the drip."
"Well."
With the quilt covering his face, Chu Qingqiu could only respond dully.
After she finished speaking, the ward fell silent.
Zhou Ziwu was sitting on a stool, with his legs crossed and his head propped up on his hands, feeling drowsy.
He had gone to bed late and hadn't gotten much sleep yet. After another hard night, even if Iron Man came, he would still feel sleepy at this time.
Chu Qingqiu was quite energetic.
She pulled down the quilt, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then looked sideways at Zhou Ziwu who was "fishing" next to her. The corner of her mouth curled up, and her smile bloomed like a flower.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky turned white.
She saw that there was still a lot of liquid in the intravenous drip bottle, and then looked at Zhou Ziwu on the stool. She struggled for a long time and shouted: "z..."
As soon as she made a sound, she stopped again.
It's better to endure it a little longer.
Three minutes later.
"Ziwu." She called softly.
Finding that he was still "fishing", she slightly increased her volume and said, "Ziwu."
"Um?"
Zhou Ziwu opened his eyes and said, "Have you finished dripping? I'll call the nurse."
"No." Chu Qingqiu's cheeks turned red, "Well, I want to go to the bathroom."
As she spoke, her voice became quieter and quieter, and it was almost inaudible in the "bathroom" behind her.
Zhou Ziwu heard clearly. He looked up at the drip that had not yet been finished. He looked around the ward and found no movable rack for hanging the drip, so he tentatively said, "Then let me help you?"
"Um."
Chu Qingqiu didn't dare to look at him anymore.
He stood up, took off the IV bottle, held it high and said, "Slow down."
When he came to the bathroom door in the ward, he opened the door, looked at the distance between the toilet and the door, and then looked at the length of the infusion tube.
Well, if nothing else happens, he will also go in.
He didn't say much and kept his face calm. At this time, any words and excessive expressions would increase the embarrassment between the two.
He stood in front of the toilet, holding an intravenous drip, closing his eyes and facing away from her.
He tried his best not to see or hear, but his eyes could be closed, but his ears could not. Even when he closed his eyes, he heard more clearly.
After a period of rustling, there was the sound of rapids hitting the water surface and the wall of the cup.
As the saying goes, the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noisy strings are mixed with bullets, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate.
For the first time, Zhou Ziwu knew that his heart could beat so fast.
The two came out of the bathroom.
When Chu Qingqiu accidentally saw Zhou Ziwu's red face, she smiled, and all her psychological pressure was released at once.
He is just a little kid who has never seen the world. As a big sister, I should just treat him normally.
Although the level of her blush was not much lower than that of him, mentally, she felt that she had already won!
She actually wanted to tease him a few more words, but considering that this was an act of killing a thousand enemies and damaging herself a thousand, she gave up.
We must not hurt each other.
By the time all the fluids were transfused, it was already broad daylight.
Although Chu Qingqiu's mental state has improved a lot after treatment, he is still not well. In this state, filming is impossible.
So, she asked for a leave from the crew.
By noon, seeing that she was recovering well, the doctor discharged her.
"Wait."
At the entrance of the hospital, Zhou Ziwu took off his coat, put it on her, and said, "It's windy, please put it on."
"Oh." She nodded.
The next second, Zhou Ziwu felt a soft and warm hand suddenly appeared in his hand.
Looking at his puzzled look, Chu Qingqiu used her lifelong acting skills and said without blushing, "My legs are still a little weak and I'm afraid of falling."
Zhou Ziwu held her hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, you have me."