"Okay, thank you." Song Shengsheng lifted the curtain and walked into the bathroom carrying a kettle and a basin of water.

Jiang Yiyu looked at her back and shrugged at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen whispered, "Brother, no quarreling!"

Jiang Yiyu waved at her, motioning her to go out.

Song Shengsheng adjusted the water temperature, took a towel, and walked back to the bed with the basin. She placed the basin on a stool and said, "Take off your clothes and wipe them briefly. You can wash them properly when we get back to the hotel."

"Yeah." Jiang Yiyu took off his hospital gown, clutched it in his hand, and looked at Song Shengsheng awkwardly as he threw the towel to wash it: "Well, actually, I can do it myself."

Song Shengsheng ignored him. She wrung out the towel and turned to look at him: "Move your arm away."

Seeing that she looked unhappy, Jiang Yiyu was afraid that she would be really angry, so he didn't dare to say anything more and obediently moved his arm away from in front of him.

Song Shengsheng glanced at him and put the towel on his shoulders. She didn't say a word the whole time, and didn't even have any extra expression. Her movements were very light, but Jiang Yiyu's body still turned slightly red. He turned his face away nervously and didn't dare to look at her, and coughed awkwardly from time to time.

Song Shengsheng was very close to him, so close that he could feel her warm breath.

Song Shengsheng looked at his rolling Adam's apple and suddenly chuckled: "Brother Yi Yu, were you also this nervous when filming intimate scenes?"

"Ah?" Jiang Yiyu didn't react for a moment. When he raised his eyes, he met Song Shengsheng's teasing gaze. "No...how could that be? I'm not nervous now."

"Oh." Song Shengsheng raised her hand and gently pressed his Adam's apple. Jiang Yiyu groaned and shrank back. She chuckled and said, "You're lying."

"My dear, don't do this." Jiang Yiyu looked at her helplessly.

Song Shengsheng withdrew her hand and turned back to washing the towel. "I saw that in the dramas you filmed before, you were quite comfortable with such intimate scenes. Why are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Yiyu clenched his hands tightly around his hospital gown, his voice unnatural: "I'm not scared, I just..."

"Not easily teased?" Song Shengsheng covered the butterfly on his waist with a towel. Jiang Yiyu flinched. Song Shengsheng looked into his peach blossom eyes, which were slightly misty. "Are you only doing this to me, or is it okay to do it to someone else?"

"My dear, I'm scared when you do this."

"Afraid? You said the same thing yesterday. But what could I possibly be that could scare you?" Her cool fingertips touched the butterfly wings and twirled them gently. "You think I'm different from what you imagined, don't you?"

"No."

"You're lying."

Jiang Yiyu grabbed her wrist and said, "Dear, if you're really angry, you can scold me, but stop teasing me."

"If I scold you, can you leave the hospital today?"

"no."

Song Shengsheng chuckled twice: "Then why should I scold you? You are not tired enough." She glanced at his hand holding her wrist and said calmly: "Let go."

Jiang Yiyu didn't move: "Be good."

"The water will be cold soon. Don't catch a cold before your leg heals."

Jiang Yiyu let go of her and held the bedside armrest again.

Song Shengsheng didn't tease him anymore. After helping him wash briefly, she took the basin back to the bathroom.

Jiang Yiyu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at himself, held his forehead and sighed. He couldn't understand why he was so useless every time he faced Song Shengsheng.

After a while, when Song Shengsheng came out of the bathroom, Jiang Yiyu had already changed into the clean clothes that Wen Jing brought him.

Song Shengsheng glanced at the basin in his hand, then turned around silently and went back to the bathroom to pour out the water.

At noon, Wen Jing helped Jiang Yiyu complete the discharge procedures, bought a wheelchair, packed up his things, and pushed him out of the hospital.

Song Shengsheng followed Song Ming and walked behind. Song Ming looked at Jiang Yiyu, who was tightly protected by bodyguards with black umbrellas as soon as he left the hospital. He then looked at the fans surrounding him and the media holding cameras and said with a sigh, "Look at this scene, it's really scary."

Song Shengsheng took his arm and sighed: "Brother, he said he is afraid of me, what should I do?"

"Ah?" Song Ming frowned and looked at her in confusion: "What did you do? Is he afraid of you?"

"I don't quite understand. Maybe I spoke to him too calmly, or maybe I don't know... Bro, will I scare him away?"

"He dares!" Song Ming patted her hand. "Song Shengsheng, don't worry. Even if Jiang Yiyu is scared to death by you, as long as you still like him, I won't let his soul leave our Song family. But what on earth did you do? What is there for him to be afraid of a gentle child like you?"

Song Shengsheng smiled awkwardly: "I don't know how to say it."

Song Ming took her to the parking lot. The driver helped them open the back door. Song Ming personally held the door frame with his hand to let her get in the car.

On the way back to the hotel, Song Ming looked at his phone for a while and suddenly asked out of the blue, "Did you force yourself on him?"

"Are you talking to me?" Song Shengsheng looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Song Ming nodded hesitantly: "Besides this, I can't think of anything else you can do to scare him."

"Brother, do you think this is something I can do?"

Song Ming smiled and said, "It doesn't seem so. So what's going on?"

"Forget it, don't think about it, just leave it at that."

"Let me tell you, an impulsive marriage without a foundation of love is a mess. You don't even know him, but you blindly bind yourself to him. If you regret it later, it will be difficult to escape."

"I'm not running away."

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