The pain in his back made him a little uncomfortable, but when he saw the worry in her eyes, he suddenly laughed: "Su Yang, I can't believe you are so strong even though you are so thin."

His bright smile leaped into her almond-shaped eyes, making her feel relaxed for a moment, as if this was the first time since they got married that she saw him smile so warmly and freely.

"Who told you to open the door so suddenly? I don't blame you for scaring me." His heartbeat inexplicably quickened. Su Yang pretended to be calm and helped him up from the ground. He tilted his head to look at his back and his injured hand. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he took back his hand: "You go to the meeting! I want to sleep for a while."

"Yeah, okay." The man smiled, straightened his clothes a little, and walked away.

Hearing the sound of the door closing again, Su Yang relaxed and raised his hand to touch his heart which was beating wildly.

The scene of him protecting her when he fell to the ground just now appeared in her mind. Su Yang pursed her red lips, and for a moment, her heart seemed to be bewitched.

After a quick tidy up, Su Yang removed her makeup, took a shower, and fell comfortably on the bed, taking a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, dusk had fallen and the lights were on. The huge room was illuminated by the neon lights reflecting in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it flicker.

Su Yang opened his eyes dazedly, and moved slightly, only to find that he was tied up, his back resting in a hard and warm embrace, with a faint green wood fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.

Su Yang's brain froze for two seconds. She turned around and saw a vague familiar outline in her almond-shaped eyes. Her heart beat violently and she instinctively wanted to push him away.

“Hiss… it hurts.”

The man frowned, and his hoarse voice was slightly dull and tired.

Su Yang paused, resting her hand on his chest: "When...did you come here?"

Rong Zhan still had his eyes closed. He bent his hand under her neck and held her in his arms, gently resting his chin against the top of her head. "Don't move. The wound hurts. I'll sleep a little longer. I didn't sleep all night last night."

Su Yang pursed her lips, listening to the steady breathing so close to her. In the darkness, two faint blushes appeared on her cheeks.

She never rejected his embrace, but instead felt a rare sense of security.

After staying there for about half an hour, Su Yang could feel that he had fallen into a deep sleep, so he wanted to pull himself out of her arms, but he was afraid of hurting the wound on his palm, so he moved very carefully.

After finally moving his hand off her waist, Su Yang was about to withdraw when her shoulders were suddenly restrained and she was pushed back into his arms.

"Don't go."

The man's hand once again wrapped around her slender waist, with even greater strength than before. He murmured two unclear scales, and the pain in his palm made him curl up slightly.

Su Yang pressed his entire body against his chest, his body stiffening involuntarily, his face full of confusion and melancholy.

"... Rong Zhan."

"Um?"

"I...want to go to the bathroom."

“…”

The room suddenly fell silent. Su Yang felt awkward. Before she could figure out how to start talking, the hands that were holding her loosened their grip. Rong Zhanping turned over and raised his hands to block his eyebrows.

Su Yang lifted the quilt, turned on the bedside lamp, turned around to look at the man, and went straight to the bathroom.

After coming out, Su Yang checked the time on her phone and found that Zhuang Tong had sent her several WeChat messages in the afternoon. After reading the contents, she hesitated for a moment and walked slowly to the edge of the bed. She noticed that the palm of his hand hanging in front of his forehead was flushed red, and his expression tensed.

"Rong Zhan, Rong Zhan."

Putting down the phone, Su Yang sat on the edge of the bed and called softly.

Rong Zhan didn't fall asleep completely either. He has always had a light sleep and has difficulty falling asleep unless he is extremely tired or exhausted. It was only since he got married to Su Yang that his sleep quality has improved.

In the first few days, he thought it was just a coincidence, but later he gradually realized that it was indeed because of Su Yang that he slept significantly better than before.

Therefore, he also missed the time when he could have a good sleep, and he also longed for the time he spent with Su Yang.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Rong Zhan slowly opened his eyes, his deep black eyes were slightly calm, reflecting her delicate and beautiful face. He glanced at his injured palm and sat up with one hand: "Yeah, a little."

"Did you get the wound while sleeping just now?"

“I think so.” Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows and lengthened the last syllable meaningfully.

Su Yang blinked slightly, realizing that his words seemed a bit ambiguous, and stood up awkwardly: "Then do you want to remove the gauze and take a look at the wound?"

Rong Zhan rubbed his temples, threw back the quilt and stood up, then took her wrist and walked out of the room, sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand, and glanced at her in a gesture.

Su Yang was speechless. He first took the medicine he had brought back from the hospital in the afternoon, then took the hotel's own medicine box, sat on the coffee table in front of him, gently held his hand, looked at the red color on the gauze, and frowned slightly.

After gently opening the gauze, Su Yang felt a trace of pain in his heart when he saw that the stitched wound under his palm was covered with bright red blood. He couldn't help but look up and glare at him.

"Were you just... glaring at me?" Rong Zhan asked back with an incredulous smile.

Su Yang had a cold face and said nothing as he carefully cleaned his wound, reapplied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze. His entire movement was as smooth as flowing water, clean and neat.

Rong Zhan leaned forward slightly, staring at her quietly. His deep eyes seemed to contain a thousand tender birthday wishes. Even though his wound was aching slightly, he never retracted his hand, let alone made a sound.

But when he saw the bow tied on the back of his hand, he almost collapsed: "Can't you tie it differently?"

"Is there a problem?" Su Yang glanced at him calmly, and calmly put away the gauze and medicine box: "If you don't like it, tie it yourself."

Rong Zhan looked at her back in confusion, wondering if he had just said something wrong and offended her?

"Is your computer handy? Lend it to me." Su Yang walked back and asked in a calm voice.

"You use it."

"password."

"Six ones."

Su Yang looked up at him. This password was really random.

When he opened the computer page, there were only a few neatly arranged file files and two or three necessary software. After opening the mailbox, Su Yang logged into his account and carefully checked the several attachments sent by Zhuang Tong.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Rong Zhan leaned against the sofa, looking at her beautiful and serious profile, his hand unconsciously touching the bow on the back of his other hand.

"Yes, all is fine."

Su Yang glanced at the computer screen and replied nonchalantly.

After using his phone to order a meal at the hotel, Rong Zhan tilted his head slightly and tried to glance at the computer screen: "What are you looking at?"

(End of this chapter)