Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Do you really not like him?
The young man lying on the hospital bed still looked painful in his dream. Tears fell on Song Youning's hands, burning her fingertips and making them tremble slightly.
She looked at the sleeping Ji Siyun, her eyes gradually darkening. She asked the system, "Has Ji Siyun ever been pushed into the water before... and nearly drowned?"
The system's electronic voice rang out: "In the plot I've seen, only the original owner pushed him into the water."
It took this opportunity to remind Song Youning again: "He still remembers you pushing him into the water even in his dreams, which means he is not as sincere and unrepentant towards you as he said."
"Host, you can't go on like this."
Song Youning half-closed his eyes and said, "Okay, you don't need to remind me."
The hand that was on his face was slowly withdrawn, and Song Youning's eyes became colder and colder.
The gaze that fell on Ji Siyun was full of scrutiny. He just stood quietly beside his bed. His expression was obviously calm, but it gave the system a sense of oppression.
It is the innate majesty that is unique to those who have been in high positions for a long time.
Her expression was calm and her tone was calm: "I know exactly what I'm doing."
Song Youning admitted that he and Ji Siyun had indeed been like a couple during this period of time, kissing, hugging, and doing more intimate things.
They would eat together, take walks together, fall asleep in each other's arms late at night, and wake up together in the morning.
She could even tolerate his minor paranoia and understand his fear of losing. She would reply to his boring messages promptly as he requested, acquiesce to his little attempts to assert his sovereignty, and even patiently coax him when he got jealous and threw a tantrum.
She offered him nothing but a real commitment.
Song Youning knows what kind of person she is better than anyone else. How can she give something that she doesn't have?
She knew what her purpose was from the beginning to the end. Now she seemed to be "nice" to Ji Siyun, but it was just because she felt sorry for him, so she wanted to make him happy for a while.
Does the system really think she is the kind of love-brained person who would give up everything for one person?
How is that possible!
Song Youning had nothing. She was just the male protagonist of a novel. So what if he treated her well? In the real world, men who wanted to show their affection to her had to queue up.
What's more, the hero has his own official redemption heroine, so why would she take up any role in the story with just a previous story?
Her slender white fingers pinched the wrist that was holding the corner of her clothes. She lowered her eyelids and slowly and firmly pried open Ji Siyun's fingers one by one, saying to the system: "Don't worry, the fun is about to begin."
"Host, what are you going to do?"
There was a hint of indifference in Song Youning's eyes.
“Which is more painful, never having had it or having it and then losing it?”
She pursed her lips, and there was suddenly more pity in her cold eyes.
"Or maybe, you're immersed in what you think is happiness, only to realize you've never actually had it."
Every time a finger was forced to leave the corner of her clothes, a tear would fall from the corner of Ji Siyun's eye. He frowned, but he couldn't wake up. His lips, which were dry and chapped, moved slightly.
“Don’t go…”
But the cloth in his palm was gradually pulled away. He cried in his sleep, his body twisted restlessly, and the thin blanket covering him slid to the foot of the bed.
Song Youning covered it for him again.
Ji Siyun, who had lost his lifeline in his dream, smelled her unique fragrance. He couldn't open his eyes and shouted in a daze: "Miss, don't go... Don't leave me..."
Song Youning sighed slightly.
The harm the original owner had done to him over the years was irreversible. She took over the identity of "Song Youning", so it was reasonable for Ji Siyun to still feel resentment towards her.
Idiot, why are you still calling her the culprit at this time?
In a daze, Ji Siyun felt a pair of soft hands holding his face and wiping away the tears on his face.
Cold, soft lips pressed against his hot forehead.
"Ji Siyun, I'm going to get you hospitalized. Just go to sleep and I'll be back soon."
Surprisingly, the sleeping Ji Siyun seemed to understand her words and gradually calmed down.
His painful expression became calm, he stopped crying, his breathing became heavy and steady, and he fell asleep peacefully.
The system looked at Song Youning, who was saying cold words but doing tender things, and felt very torn for a moment.
It asked hesitantly and cautiously: "Host, do you really not like him?"
Song Youning bent down and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt for Ji Siyun.
Without a flicker of emotion, he calmly asked the system, "What do you think?"
The system is not sure.
"Sometimes I feel like you like him, and sometimes I feel like you don't."
She covered him with the quilt and looked down at Ji Siyun's peaceful sleeping face.
The young man's thick eyelashes were dark and moist, he had a high fever, and his cheeks were flushed, which added a unique kind of morbid beauty to his already beautiful and feminine face.
Song Youning raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his cold and arrogant gaze made the arc of his mouth even more chilling.
She had never thought about this issue.
What does it matter whether you like him or not? He is a character in the book, not a real person.
If someone could really live for her as foolishly and passionately as he did, maybe she would be moved?
Ji Siyun had that dream again.
The water is very cold in winter, and the curses on the shore become unclear amid the sound of the shaking water.
I can neither breathe out nor breathe in.
It hurt so much. The intense tearing and burning sensation in his lungs left him with no strength to struggle and he could only sink down.
I don't want to die... Why should he die...
He just wanted to survive! What did he do wrong?
I hate... I hate everyone... I hate this world...
There was a sound coming from the water, and Ji Siyun opened his eyes with difficulty.
The sunlight cast a dazzling white light on the swaying water. The girl emerged from the dazzling light with a light figure and pulled him as he continued to sink.
Her hands are warm and reassuring...
Ji Siyun lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.
It was quiet all around. Song Youning pulled a chair over and sat beside his bed, looking at her cell phone. She seemed to feel his gaze and looked up at him.
"woke up?"
Ji Siyun's eyes slowly moved to the hand he was holding with her, then to her face, his dark eyes staring at her without saying a word.
Song Youning was bewildered by his stare. She touched her face with her free left hand and asked doubtfully, "Is there something on my face?"
His lips were a sickly pale color, and his dark eyes blinked. Ji Siyun called out uncertainly, "Miss?"
The fragrant palm waved in front of him, and Song Youning said with a bit of amusement: "Are you crazy? You don't even recognize me?"
Because of his illness, Ji Siyun's pale cheeks turned red, and his dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist. When he woke up from a nightmare, his throat was very dry, his bloodless lips were slightly open, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
"The young lady is with me, am I dreaming?"
Song Youning tugged at his cheek unceremoniously. The skin in her hand felt hot. She let go immediately and asked him unhappily, "Does it hurt?"
Feeling a slight pain on his face, Ji Siyun nodded.
"If it hurts, it's not a dream. Get up and take medicine when you wake up." Song Youning raised his right hand, which he was holding tightly. "My arm is numb. Let go."
Hearing her say that her arm was numb, Ji Siyun reluctantly let go. Song Youning was released as she wished and turned her arm to relieve the numbness.
Ji Siyun slowly prepared to sit up. Perhaps it was because his fever was too severe, he had no strength and failed to get up after trying for a long time.
Song Youning couldn't bear it, so he put his arm under his armpit, supported his back and helped him sit up.
This was a very ambiguous posture. They were very close to each other. Ji Siyun even apologized to her embarrassedly: "Miss, thank you for your hard work. It's all my fault. I don't have any strength left in my body now."
After struggling to help him sit up, Song Youning considerately picked up a pillow and placed it under his lower back. Ji Siyun's face was flushed and his black eyelashes drooped.
"The young lady is so thoughtful."
Song Youning snorted, and a bowl of steaming porridge was brought to Ji Siyun.
"Take a nap first and then take medicine, otherwise you will get a stomachache."
An expression of flattery appeared on Ji Siyun's overly handsome face. He raised his hand in a panic to hold the bowl of porridge. He raised his face and looked at Song Youning, his dark eyes shining.
Just at this moment, Song's mother called. Song Youning picked up the spoon and put it in Ji Siyun's hand, pointed at the phone to indicate that he should answer the call, and then walked out.
Ji Siyun stared at the ordinary bowl of porridge in his hand, and his whole heart seemed to be filled.
She didn't just leave him in the hospital, but stayed with him, and didn't let go of his hand until his arm became numb.
I also bought him porridge because I was worried that he would get stomachache if he took the medicine directly.
She is such a proud person that she never wastes time on people or things she hates.
Does this mean...she doesn't hate him.
She would care about him when he was sick, and the last time he got angry with her, she didn't get angry but coaxed him.
A light of expectation gradually appeared in Ji Siyun's dark eyes.
Maybe... the young lady likes him a little bit.
Song Youning pushed open the door of the ward and came back. She was about to hang up the phone, still saying, "I know. Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow as soon as the fever subsides."
Song Youning put down her phone, and Ji Siyun's movements did not change at all when he walked out with her holding the bowl of porridge.
"Why don't you eat?"
The dark gaze slowly moved to her face. Ji Siyun's dry and chapped lips formed a weak smile, his eyes drooped, and he looked like he was easy to bully.
"Miss, my hands are weak..."
Song Youning looked at him silently for a while. Ji Siyun sat there with his eyelids drooping, listlessly.
“…”
She still remembered the first night she came into the book, when this man had a high fever but knelt straight and told her that he could bear it.
Song Youning sighed.
The porridge in her hand was taken away by her. Ji Siyun's lips curled up slightly. Song Youning sat down beside the bed and rolled her eyes at him while stirring the porridge with a spoon.
"Just pretend."
Ji Siyun said aggrievedly, "Miss, I'm still running a fever. I really don't have any strength, I'm not pretending."
"Yeah." Song Youning nodded perfunctorily and put the spoon to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
The young man looked at her intently, opened his mouth obediently, and his dry lips were moistened by water, gradually taking on a beautiful color.
Song Youning was already used to him staring at her like this, and she kept feeding him spoonful after spoonful without changing her expression.
Most of the bowl of porridge gradually disappeared. When she fed the last spoonful of porridge into his mouth, Song Youning's eyes narrowed slightly and she slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
She asked him with an extremely serious expression: "Ji Siyun, do you hate me?"
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