Song Yan returned carrying hot water, and her hesitation made Wei Aiguo understand. "There's paper in the drawer that can be used to cover the glass door. Cover the glass door."

After Song Yan blocked the glass, Wei Aiguo had already unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt and was still trying to pull it down. He wanted Song Yan to help him clean it.

Song Yan helped him pull down one sleeve, revealing Wei Aiguo's upper body. His muscles were well-defined, and his skin gleamed slightly under the light; he was truly well-built. This made Song Yan uncomfortable.

Song Yan chatted while wiping, trying to ease his discomfort.

"What are you going to do if I don't come? Are you just going to put up with it?"

"How could that be? I'm not that stupid."

"Forget it! Stop talking big! You either end up begging people or you end up getting yourself into trouble."

"That's definitely not the case. Actually, I was thinking about it at the time. I was choking her to make her scream for help and attract attention. Or I was throwing the bottle out; I thought it would definitely break the glass in the door. Wouldn't anyone come in with such a loud noise?"

"Is that really what you're planning?"

"When you came in, I was thinking about these two methods. Which one should I choose?"

Wei Aiguo spoke with great pride.

"Then why did she make things difficult for you?"

Song Yan's words left Wei Aiguo speechless.

"I don't know either." It took him a long time to finally say that.

"You're not telling the truth!"

Song Yan turned around and helped Wei Aiguo wipe his upper body. The first button of her shirt was undone, revealing her fair neck and the faint scent of soap on her body. This reminded Wei Aiguo of her gentle appearance.

After not hearing a sound for a while, Song Yan looked down and saw Wei Aiguo's eyes staring at his private parts.

"How could you be so rude!"

Wei Aiguo hadn't actually been looking at anything, but Song Yan's reminder made him start looking instead. Song Yan promptly slapped him on the shoulder, yelling, "Stop looking!"

Standing on the floor, Song Yan was a head taller than Wei Aiguo, who was sitting on the bed. Wei Aiguo simply wrapped his arms around Song Yan's slender waist, pressing himself against Song Yan's chest. Song Yan tried to push him away, but he didn't move. "I almost didn't make it back!"

These words softened Song Yan's heart. Song Yan hugged Wei Aiguo back, "That won't do! I was so scared when I heard you were injured!"

"And what about you?" Wei Aiguo asked.

Song Yan: "I hope you will always be safe and sound. In the Cultural Palace, when you thought the bomb was going to explode, you completely shielded me. From then on, I thought that no matter what happens between us in the future, I hope you will be safe and sound."

Wei Aiguo raised his head: "What do you mean by 'what kind of relationship exists between us'?"

"Okay, you're still wet! Let me dry you off quickly so you can rest."

Wei Aiguo grabbed Song Yan's hand. "No, you have to answer me."

Song Yan thought, "Nothing in this world is 100% certain!" "Why dig so deep? The most common example is arguing."

Wei Aiguo: "I don't want to argue."

"Of course, I don't want to argue either, but how can we not argue?" Even after decades, some people still get divorced. Song Yan thought to himself.

"I won't argue with you anymore," Wei Aiguo said firmly.

Even couples who have gone through a period of adjustment will argue, let alone those who haven't actually lived together.

"Don't make promises you can't keep. Sigh. There's no shortage of things to take care of in daily life, like firewood, rice, oil, and salt."

As they talked, Song Yan finished wiping Wei Aiguo's face. This time, Wei Aiguo pulled Song Yan to sit on the edge of the bed and gently kissed her on the cheek. "I don't want to argue with you."

Song Yan looked at Wei Aiguo; he had changed a lot. His shoulders seemed broader, and his healthy complexion made him even more masculine. He exuded a composed aura. "Okay, I remember what you said. If we ever argue, I'll tell you that you said you wouldn't argue with me."

Wei Aiguo kissed her on the cheek again. "Okay! Remember what I said."

Song Yan almost laughed. "You need to remember what you said and keep your word."

Wei Aiguo: "Go and pour out the water! You should get some rest. You've been very tired these past few days."

Wei Aiguo wanted to talk to Song Yan and hug her for a while, but she looked tired, so he urged her to rest.

Song Yan took out two thumb-sized pills from his bag, which was actually his spatial storage. "Here, take these."

Wei Aiguo obediently ate it, then picked up his water glass and asked, "What medicine did you give me?"

"Poison! It's too late to ask after you've taken it." Song Yan lay on the bed. "Why do I feel like the bed is shaking, as if I'm still on a train?"

Wei Aiguo: "That's because you've been on the bus for too long, you need to get used to it."

"Um!"

"How long will you be staying this time? How long of leave did you take?" Wei Aiguo didn't hear a response; Song Yan was asleep. The bedside lamp in the ward was on, the light dim, making it difficult to see Song Yan's face clearly. Seeing her fall asleep so quickly, Wei Aiguo felt a pang of heartache.

After all that trouble she went through to get here, the first thing she did was seek justice for herself. Then she got her food, ate, and washed herself... only then could she rest.

Try your best to hold it in tonight and don't need to urinate. Let her get some more sleep. Wei Aiguo frowned, wondering if he could manage.

Sigh! Before the injury, he didn't urinate at night. After the injury, his arm and leg initially hurt a lot, keeping him awake and making him want to urinate. After a few days, the pain subsided if he didn't move. But with his leg in a cast, even the slightest movement in bed was excruciating. It was better during the day, but at night his arm and leg ached and were uncomfortable, making it hard to sleep. And when he couldn't sleep, he wanted to urinate…

It was the noise from the corridor that woke Wei Aiguo; it was already broad daylight. He turned to look at Song Yan, who had just woken up as well.

Song Yan: "It's five o'clock! Hmm, I slept really well last night. Taking the train is so uncomfortable. I still can't buy a sleeper ticket."

Wei Aiguo: "This is the first full night's sleep I've had since I got injured. The injured area was painful at first, and then it became sore and uncomfortable. I feel much better this morning. I didn't feel anything last night. Is it the medicine you gave me that's working?" Wei Aiguo looked at his arm, and it didn't seem to have changed much from yesterday.

Song Yan: "Of course. Take the medicine I prescribed for you on time, and the amazing effects will continue to come."

Wei Aiguo: "I didn't hear the nurses coming to check on me last night."

"What room check? You don't need it. I specifically asked a nurse when I got the water and told her she didn't need to check our room tonight." Song Yan said, getting up and folding the blankets neatly. Then he went to get water for Wei Aiguo to wash his face and brush his teeth.

For breakfast, Song Yan bought millet porridge and steamed buns made from two kinds of flour. He didn't buy cornbread or pickled vegetables. Instead, he took out salted duck eggs and meat sauce. The cucumber was the last one.