Lu Qingyan didn’t believe in the power of ghosts and gods, but he couldn’t explain the appearance of Jiang Nanshu. She seemed like an outsider in this world.
“Brother Qingyan, you’re awake.”
Hearing Jiang Nanshu’s soft voice, he turned his head and looked at her.
Under the not-so-bright light, her face looked even more gorgeous, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty, hiding countless innocence and simplicity.
He could even see his own reflection in her dark pupils. At this moment, it seemed as if her heart and eyes were filled with him.
She stretched out her hand and leaned against him coquettishly: “The back of my hand hurts.”
Her body was mixed with the fragrance of oranges and light roses.
Lu Qingyan had a cold expression as he gently held her palm with one hand and gently rubbed her wrist bone with the fingertips of his other hand. The swelling and pain quickly disappeared because of his massage.
Jiang Nanshu leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and said with a nasal voice, “Brother Qingyan, I’ll sleep for a while. Remember to ask the nurse to change my dressing.”
The two of them looked very special in this gray hospital. The nurses would come to help Jiang Nanshu change the water without Lu Qingyan calling them.
He reached out and touched her cheek, which was pale because of illness.
He replied softly: “Go to sleep.”
Jiang Nanshu’s shallow breathing came to his ears.
Lu Qingyan turned his head to look outside the sliding glass door. The thick night seemed to be as indissoluble as his heart.
The surroundings were quiet, and the conversations of the nurses not far away gradually became clearer.
It was nothing more than shallow words such as envy, matching, and happiness.
He and Jiang Nanshu’s hearts had never been close to each other. She came with a purpose and lured him into the game with herself.
For a long time, his eyes became more gentle and harmless.
His fingers caressed Jiang Nanshu’s skin, which was as soft as mutton-fat jade. It felt soft to the touch.
He couldn’t put it down.
A gentle smile like a spring breeze appeared on his lips.
He assured that it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Nanshu to ask Zhou Yanxu to resurrect.
It was eleven o’clock.
Jiang Nanshu finally woke up.
The drip was also coming to an end.
When the needle was pulled out, her body no longer felt hot, but she didn’t have much energy.
She threw the hemostatic cotton swab into the medical waste bin. Because her skin was white, the bruise on the back of her hand was particularly obvious, which looked horrible.
After getting in the car, Jiang Nanshu narrowed her eyes slightly and observed the man with a cold expression beside her.
She felt something was very wrong.
“Today he was quite gentle, quite gentlemanly, and obedient, but why was he so cold to me! Did he see Bai Yueguang and his mind started to wander again? D*mn scumbag.”
Lu Qingyan, who was driving seriously: “…”
Whatever he did, he became a scumbag.
“If I’m not mistaken, we will definitely see Su Ran and Chu Muxi when we go back today. One is chasing you, and the other is chasing Third Brother. They can play mahjong together.”
“You two return to your old place and reminisce about the time when she saved you. OK, OK, the old love has rekindled, so wouldn’t my efforts have been in vain?”
“If you dare to look at Su Ran for even a second, I will definitely kick you out. I will let you live with her and fly away, while I think of another solution!”
Jiang Nanshu was quiet, but her psychological activities were actually in a thousand twists and turns.
Lu Qingyan: “…”
He felt a little funny for some reason.
Seeing her with a tense little face, she looked cute.
At the same time, there was a subtle joy in his heart.
Well, he was cared about.
Although the purpose was not pure.
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