In the blink of an eye, Yu Yuehui had become the one in a passive position.
The two clung tightly to each other, their heavy breathing filling the small space and creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
After an unknown amount of time, when Xie Yan finally released Yu Yuehui, her legs seemed to have lost all strength, becoming limp as a lump of mud. She could only be gently held by Xie Yan, sitting on his lap.
Xie Yan looked at Yu Yuehui's slightly swollen lips with a dark gaze and murmured, "Yu Xiaoyue, you're so cute. I want to kiss you again. What should I do?" His voice was like a gentle breeze in spring, softly brushing past her ear. Yu Yuehui instinctively turned her head away.
Upon hearing Xie Yan's words clearly, Yu Yue was startled and quickly covered her mouth with her hand; her lips were still numb.
Why do you still want to kiss me?
She stared at Xie Yan with her big, watery eyes in shock.
Her delicate appearance resembled that of a startled fawn.
Seeing this, Xie Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Yu Yuehui's cheeks flushed even more from his laughter, like ripe apples, and she said loudly, "Didn't you call me wife? Why are you calling me Yu Xiaoyue again?"
Xie Yan lowered his head slightly, bringing his head close to Yu Yuehui's ear, staring at his fair earlobe, and whispered, "Don't you also call me Xie Xiaoyan? Can't I call you Yu Xiaoyue?"
"Besides, I've been calling you 'wife' for days now, why are you only asking now!" His warm breath as he spoke gently brushed against Yu Yuehui's earlobe, stimulating her sensitive nerves.
Yu Yuehui turned her face away awkwardly, a hint of shyness on her face, and stammered, "I... I forgot, didn't I?"
But in her heart, she silently repeated the names she had just heard: Yu Xiaoyue, Xie Xiaoyan. The more she heard them, the more pleasant they sounded, and she unconsciously called out, "Xie Xiaoyan."
Xie Yan immediately responded gently, "Mmm~, I'm here, Yu Xiaoyue~" His voice seemed to carry endless tenderness, like a lover's whisper.
Yu Yuehui seemed to have her interest piqued, and turned around to call out twice, not to be outdone, "Xie Xiaoyan, Xie Xiaoyan!"
Xie Yan smiled, leaned closer to Yu Yuehui again, and whispered in her ear, "Yu Xiaoyue, Yu Xiaoyue, Yu Xiaoyue~"
He seemed to be doing it on purpose, whispering in Yuehui's sensitive ear. Waves of tingling sensation swept through her body like electric currents. She felt weak all over and couldn't take it anymore. She quickly stood up and walked towards the door as if she were escaping something.
Seeing her shy yet eager expression, Xie Yan's lips curled into a slight smile, and he called out again, "Yu Xiaoyue~"
His response was a loud slam of the door shut.
Hearing the sounds coming from outside, Xie Yan couldn't help but smile and murmured, "Yu Xiaoyue."
After shouting, he seemed to have completed an important task. He picked up the medical book beside him and pretended to read it casually, but the slightly upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his pleasant mood.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, around noon, Wan Chun'er slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she regained consciousness, she was acutely aware that her face was covered in bandages, and in that instant she clearly felt that her face was probably ruined.
A wave of despair and sorrow washed over me, and tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.
"Hold back your tears!" A cold and stern voice suddenly rang in her ear.
Wan Chun'er turned her head slightly and vaguely saw an elderly woman with her hair neatly combed back, wearing a very clean white coat and a stethoscope around her neck, looking at her with a serious expression.
The woman's eyes seemed to carry an irresistible majesty, making Wan Chun'er's heart tighten.
Wan Chun'er felt extremely wronged. She was already in such a terrible state, so why was the doctor still being so mean to her?
She cursed inwardly: Old witch!
Seeing that she not only ignored him but also had more tears welling up in her eyes, Dr. Li couldn't help but sneer, "If you want your face to be ruined even more, then cry harder! Shed more tears."
After saying that, she turned around and ignored Wan Chun'er, instead saying to Yu Zhen beside her, "Since she's awake, it means there's nothing seriously wrong."
"Come with me to get the medicine. Apply it once in the morning and once at noon. Remember not to get it wet."
Yuzhen nodded repeatedly and carefully followed Dr. Li out of the ward.
After walking along the dimly lit corridor for a while, Yuzhen bit her lip slightly and asked cautiously, "Dr. Li, can my friend's face recover?" Her eyes were full of worry and expectation.
Dr. Li turned and looked at her again, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and said the same thing: "She has extensive abrasions, and many of the injuries are quite severe, so it will be difficult to avoid scarring!"
Upon hearing this, Yuzhen seemed to lose all her strength and instantly wilted.
Her shoulders slumped slightly, and her eyes were filled with despair.
What should we do?!
Seeing her like this, Dr. Li actually wanted to give her some pointers.
She knew that there was another way for Wan Chun'er to restore her face: to find a skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor who had a special scar-removing cream.
However, she was well aware of the current situation of traditional Chinese medicine. During this special period, traditional Chinese medicine was neglected, and many veteran practitioners were struggling to survive.
She didn't want her good intentions to worsen their situation.
In the end, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.
Yuzhen, who was lost in thought, was completely unaware of Dr. Li's complicated expression.
Soon, she received the prescribed ointment from Dr. Li.
When Yuzhen returned to the ward, she saw Wan Chun'er sitting there blankly, her eyes empty, as if she had lost her soul.
Yuzhen didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so she could only sit quietly beside her and keep her company.
After a long silence, Wan Chun'er finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Is my face really ruined?" Her voice seemed to come from a distant place, filled with endless despair.
Yu Zhen opened her mouth to speak, but then she heard Wan Chun'er's hoarse voice ring out again, this time even more firmly: "I want to hear the truth!"
Yuzhen's carefully prepared words of comfort vanished instantly.
She remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft "hmm".
The "hmm" sound was very soft, very small, and very weak, but to Wan Chun'er it was like a thunderclap, shattering her last bit of hope.
Wan Chun'er's eyes dimmed instantly. She stared blankly at the window beside her, all the light gone from her eyes, as if she had fallen into endless darkness.
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