My fingertips were slightly cool, but my palms were burning hot.
With a sudden effort, he pulled her directly into his arms.
Caught off guard, she stumbled against his chest, nearly hitting his wound. Startled, she quickly raised her hand to push him away, saying, "Don't move! Be careful of your wound!"
His voice carried a hint of reproach, but even more so, it was filled with worry.
"Can you please not be so reckless? The wound hasn't healed yet; what if it reopens?"
She was both angry and anxious, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.
Why doesn't this person know how to cherish themselves?
He was so badly injured, and he's been on an IV drip ever since he woke up, so why can't I control myself when I see her?
Shen Zhiyu didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.
He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low, as if coaxing a child: "I'll be gentle, I won't touch the wound."
These words carried an indescribable ambiguity.
Su Qingzhi's ears suddenly felt hot.
She stood frozen in place, her heart pounding erratically.
This sounds like sweet talk, doesn't it?
But she bit her lip and thought she was overthinking it.
Perhaps, he just hadn't seen her in so long and longed to hug her.
After all, he had been surrounded by people ever since he woke up in the hospital.
Su Qingzhi stayed by his side every step of the way, and relatives and friends took turns visiting him, leaving him no time to be alone with anyone.
He wanted to hold her hand, kiss her lips, and even had to restrain himself from stealing a few more glances at her.
He was afraid she would worry, afraid she would be nervous, afraid that her wound would reopen and cause her heartache.
But the longing in my heart grew stronger with each passing day.
Now, only the two of them were left.
He had been holding it in for too long and really wanted to tell her everything on his mind.
He wanted to say: Lately, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you, even if it's just to lightly touch your lips.
I'm going crazy from holding back.
But he didn't say it.
He simply held her, motionless, as if trying to make up for all the hugs he had missed over the years.
Su Qingzhi felt the warmth of his embrace, smelled the faint medicinal fragrance and familiar scent on his body, and her heart gradually softened.
She stopped struggling and instead gently leaned against him, her head against his chest.
Listening to his steady heartbeat, I became completely calm.
But she still reminded herself—not to let her mind wander.
You must not be tempted, and you must not indulge yourself.
She's pregnant now, so everything has to be done carefully.
although……
Medical books do mention that after three months of pregnancy, when the pregnancy is stable, appropriate intimacy is fine.
But that's just "it's okay," not encouragement.
How could she dare to act recklessly at this time?
Especially when facing a man whose wounds haven't healed yet, but whose heart is burning with passion.
But Shen Zhiyu is still injured!
"Honey, what are you daydreaming about?"
Shen Zhiyu turned his head and noticed that the tips of her ears were red, like clouds dyed by the sunset, burning hot. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of teasing and doting.
Su Qingzhi was taken aback, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something had touched a nerve. She quickly waved her hand in denial: "No... I wasn't thinking about anything, really nothing."
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, so soft that even she could barely hear it herself.
The two have been married for many years, grew up together since childhood, and are childhood sweethearts. They are so familiar with each other that it is as natural as breathing.
He understood her so well; he understood the emotions hidden behind every glance and gesture of hers.
The moment she opened her mouth, he knew what she was hiding, what she was trying to conceal—a shy yet undeniable thought in her heart.
Unexpectedly, this young wife has become quite bold.
How dare she daydream in front of him, and even blush like that?
He released his hand that was holding her, but instead of pulling away, he fixed his gaze on her lips. Her soft lips were slightly pursed, as if she was suppressing some emotion, or as if she was making a silent invitation.
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