"Yeah." Jiang Yiyu held her hand and placed it on his chest. Song Shengsheng could feel his body temperature and heartbeat. After a long time, Jiang Yiyu's breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized. Song Shengsheng took back her hand, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and watched over him quietly.

Song Shengsheng has always known that Jiang Yiyu lacks a sense of security.

After Xiao Chen came back from his midnight snack, Song Shengsheng went to the bathroom to wash a towel, soaked it in cold water, wrung it dry, and applied it to Jiang Yiyu's forehead.

"Sister-in-law, you are so good to him." Xiao Chen sat next to Song Shengsheng with his arms folded, looking at Jiang Yiyu with some envy: "Brother is so happy now."

Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "Husband and wife should always take care of each other."

"What do you like about him?"

Song Shengsheng withdrew her hand from helping Jiang Yiyu turn over the towel and thought for a moment: "I like that he's good-looking."

"that's all?"

"Think it's superficial?"

"Sister Wenjing said that rich girls like you usually live too comfortably and smoothly, so they like people like me who are not only unruly but also have a lot of troubles on their shoulders."

Song Shengsheng didn't say anything. She looked at Jiang Yiyu's eyelashes trembling in his sleep and sighed softly. She had heard this sentence more than once.

This is also Song Ming's evaluation of her liking Jiang Yiyu.

Because she could be reborn, she had a smooth life since childhood. Basically, she could get whatever she wanted, and if she couldn't get it, she could get it by trying hard. The only person she couldn't get was Jiang Yiyu, even though she had tried for a long time and made advances to him more than once.

Song Shengsheng is different from Song Ming. Song Ming is always the next one who is more obedient, but she likes to fight to the death.

So, ever since her implicit confession to Jiang Yiyu ended in vain, she was inexplicably aroused with a strange fighting spirit. She always thought that as long as she continued to like him for another year, two years... and confessed once, twice... she would always get his response.

She stubbornly persisted in her love for a person for twelve years.

Fortunately, her persistence finally paid off, and Jiang Yiyu was hers.

At two o'clock in the morning, Xiao Chen was yawning and it seemed that she could not hold on any longer, so Song Shengsheng sent her to rest on the sofa.

Xiao Chen refused a few times, but finally succumbed to sleepiness and went to bed.

Song Shengsheng pulled the curtain between Jiang Yiyu's bed and the sofa opposite. Xiao Chen was probably too tired, and she started snoring not long after she fell asleep. Song Shengsheng sighed helplessly. She was a little afraid that Jiang Yiyu would be woken up, but Xiao Chen had just fallen asleep, so it was not easy for her to wake her up.

She was just thinking about what to do, but her fears came true. She saw Jiang Yiyu irritably touching his forehead with his hand and pulling off the towel on his forehead. He frowned and half-opened his eyes: "What time is it?"

Song Shengsheng glanced at his phone: "It's almost half past two."

Jiang Yiyu turned to look at her: "Why don't you go to bed?"

"I want to stay by your side, but I can't sleep."

"Where's Xiao Chen?"

"She was too tired, so I let her go to bed."

"Oh." Jiang Yiyu fumbled and placed the towel on the bedside table. His voice was a little hoarse: "My fever seems to have subsided."

Song Shengsheng put down the phone and handed him the thermometer: "Measure it again."

Jiang Yiyu put the thermometer under his armpit. He was hot and the coolness of the thermometer made him shiver.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yiyu smiled and shook his head. He grabbed the armrest on the other side of the bed and tried to move to the side. Then he patted the small empty space beside him and said, "Dear, come up and sleep with us."

"Forget it, it would be bad if it touched your injured leg."

"It's okay, I'll be careful. Besides, I'm not that squeamish. Come here quickly."

Afraid that he would worry, Song Shengsheng did not insist. She got up and went to bed, lying on the edge of the bed facing Jiang Yiyu. Because she was afraid of squeezing him, half of her body was hanging.

Jiang Yiyu grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him: "You will fall."

He shared some of the quilt with his own warmth with Song Shengsheng: "I never thought that one day I would be able to sleep in a hospital bed with you. Honey, come closer and hug me, the quilt is not wide enough."

Song Shengsheng put her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his: "It's also a novel experience."

Jiang Yiyu cleared his throat and laughed hoarsely, "It's better not to have this kind of experience."

Song Shengsheng rubbed his earlobe with the tip of her nose and closed her eyes: "Don't get hurt again."

"Okay." Jiang Yiyu held her hand on his waist and rubbed the joint of her ring finger from time to time: "Dear, what kind of ring do you like?"

"Simple, I don't like complicated things."

"What's the material?"

"I don't like gold, I like silver. The diamond doesn't need to be too big, just one will do."

"Is the request so simple?"

“No matter how gorgeous the ring is, if one day we no longer love each other, it will be worthless.”

"Bigger diamonds fetch more money."

Song Shengsheng shook his hand and said, "I'm not short of money. Brother Yi Yu, these things can't buy me off. I told you, I'm hard to chase."

"Then what should I do? This is my first time pursuing a girl, so I really have no experience." Jiang Yiyu turned his head to meet Song Shengsheng's gentle and smiling eyes: "Besides me, what else do you like?"

"At the moment, there is no such thing. Your irreplaceability is simply because you are you."

Jiang Yiyu tutted, "My dear, you'll suffer if you do this."

"Will you let me suffer?"

Jiang Yiyu paused and pecked her lightly on the lips: "Never, don't worry about me."

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