Chapter 218 Shengsheng, I miss you every day
In the same scene, the first time "Ning Fengsheng" called him brother was when she was unconscious due to the Chinese medicine.
This woman is so confused by the drugs, how can she still pretend?
Or... what a damn coincidence!
Ning Fengsheng grabbed Nanchuan Shijue's collar and leaned forward...
Just as their lips were about to touch, Nanchuan Shijue woke up!
"Are you that horny?" He felt conflicted. "You're such a slut."
Ning Fengsheng was thrown away and his back hit the cold tiles, but the pain was not as severe as the pain in his heart.
She bit her lower lip tightly, and with the last bit of sanity left, she banged her forehead against the wall with all her might.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
At the last second before falling into darkness, she saw a flash of panic across his indifferent face.
"Fuck!" Nanchuan Shijue caught her limp body. When his palm touched her cold skin, his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.
He picked her up sideways and strode back to the bedroom.
"Doctor?!" His voice trembled, a tremor he didn't even notice.
"Miss Si is soaked and disheveled. I asked the doctor to leave." Butler Moss looked at the scene in shock.
This big black bed is the young master's forbidden area. Except for Miss Ning, no woman is allowed to touch it.
"Master, do you want to send Miss Si back to her own home--" Moss was afraid that the young master would get into trouble.
"Shut up!" Nanchuan Shijue interrupted harshly, carefully placing Ning Fengsheng on the center of the bed with incredibly gentle movements, "Go call a doctor."
Moss hesitated to speak. The young master only looked nervous when facing Miss Ning. He sighed and left in a hurry.
Nanchuan Shijue stood by the bed, staring at the unconscious Ning Fengsheng.
Drops of water dripped from the ends of her hair, leaving dark marks on the black sheets.
Her nightgown was soaked with water, and the outline of her underwear was faintly visible.
The wound on his arm was still bleeding, contrasting with the wound on his forehead.
For some reason, Nanchuan Shijue felt an inexplicable palpitation.
He reached out to brush away the wet hair stuck to her face, but the moment his fingertips touched her skin, he withdrew as if he had been electrocuted.
"Ning Fengsheng..." He murmured in a low voice, then frowned in disgust, "Damn it—you are not worthy of her."
Ning Fengsheng was trembling in a coma, his forehead swollen...
"Change her soaked clothes." He loosened his tie. "Why hasn't the doctor come yet?!"
The servants carefully took off Ning Fengsheng's wet clothes, dried her, and changed her into dry clothes.
There were no temporary replacement clothes prepared, so what was taken out of the closet was the nightgown that "Ning Fengsheng" wore when she first lived here...
The dress fits her perfectly and at first glance, it makes her look even more like her!
Nanchuan Shijue unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and ripped open his collar in annoyance.
The doctor arrived quickly and treated Ning Fengsheng's wound.
Nanchuan Shijue stood by the window the whole time, his back as stiff as a sculpture.
"Check every injury on her body carefully."
"Master, she is in good health, but she has a slight fever..."
"Get out." His voice was hoarse.
When the room returned to silence, Nanchuan Shijue walked to the bedside and stared at the unconscious woman with his eyes lowered.
He gently rolled up Ning Fengsheng's left sleeve and stared at her wrist.
Every time he saw the wound on Ning Fengsheng's wrist, his heart ached, but her wrist was clean.
His fingertips hovered on her wrist, hesitant to let go.
"Who are you..." He asked in a low voice, but no one answered.
Ning Fengsheng was sleeping, his pale cheeks were stained with broken hair, and his eyelashes cast butterfly-like shadows under his eyes, overlapping with the person in his memory again, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
Nanchuan Shijue leaned forward unconsciously and stopped an inch away from her lips.
"I won't be bewitched by you. I only have one Shengsheng."
He stumbled back two steps, knocking over the picture frame on the bedside table.
Amid the sound of shattering glass, the smiling photo of "Ning Fengsheng" lay quietly among the fragments, as if mocking his betrayal.
Nanchuan Shijue pressed his temples with his hands, feeling full of guilt.
…
"Master," Moss's cautious voice reminded, "The video is connected."
On the screen, a woman in a silk nightgown lay quietly on the hospital bed, and the ventilator made regular sounds.
For a year, more than three hundred days and nights, she slept quietly like this, no matter how he begged, yelled or even threatened.
"Master, don't worry. We'll push Miss Ning out to bask in the sun every day," the nurse reported on Miss Ning's daily routine. "The servants will massage her muscles every two hours to prevent atrophy."
Nanchuan Shijue stared at the screen and lit a cigarette.
"Ning Fengsheng, I did something stupid." He sneered at the screen, "I picked up a woman who looks just like you."
"She even imitates your smile..."
"Am I stupid? You've been right here, always here..." His fingers stroked Ning Fengsheng's face through the screen, "I was actually bewitched by a fake!"
"Did you see that?" He pointed the camera at Ning Fengsheng's sleeping face. "Even she looks like you when she's sleeping!"
Moss stood silently by the side, looking at Ning Fengsheng sleeping on the bed, and then at the "Ning Fengsheng" on the screen...
You really can't blame the young master, anyone would admit their mistake.
Even if Miss Ning woke up, she herself would not be able to tell the difference.
"I was drunk last night, went into her room, and slept in her arms," Nanchuan Shijue exhaled a puff of smoke, "I was very angry."
He had held Lin Laxi before, and he explained that except for Ning Fengsheng, they were all props.
But this time was obviously different, Nanchuan Shijue was attracted to this woman...
Because he could see the shadow of Ning Fengsheng in her again and again!
"Ning Fengsheng, you are not allowed to be angry with me. I am already suffering from inner torment, regret and pain, and have severely punished myself!"
“…”
"I promise you, I will never show mercy to any woman. I will be back to accompany you soon, just wait for me at home, do you hear me?"
The person on the screen naturally didn't answer.
Only the regular "beeping" sound of the monitor proved that life was still going on.
Nanchuan Shijue scratched his hair irritably, his handsome face full of pain and struggle. "How long are you going to sleep, you lazy woman? You stood me up on my birthday last year, what about this year? What about next year? When will you pay me back for the birthday you owe me?"
His eyes suddenly turned red and he couldn't open them because of the smoke. He turned his face away, not wanting her to see his vulnerability.
There was a bitter silence in the space...
After a long time, his hoarse voice was heard.
"Shengsheng, I miss you every day."
Nanchuan Shijue sat dejectedly in the chair, his forehead resting on the cold screen.
"I miss you...I miss you so much every day..."
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