Chapter 69 Ripe Mulberries "Something poked my leg."...
The hot body pressed tightly against my back, and the body temperature was transmitted to my skin through the thin pajamas.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his hands firmly clasping her sides. Sang Fu paused, thinking she had moved too much and touched his wound. She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I won't move."
Half of her face was hidden in the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. She stared vigilantly towards the door without blinking.
Sang Fu held her breath and stared at that spot intently, not even noticing when Zhuang Mowen let go of her.
Only when I came to my senses did I realize that his warmth was a little far away. There was some space between them, and his hand on my waist was only lightly placed on it, not tightly wrapped around me like at the beginning.
She was stunned for a moment and turned her head: "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Mowen's outline was hidden in the darkness and was not very clear. He paused slightly and said, "It's okay."
But he suddenly realized that sometimes being too close to each other, besides happiness and satisfaction, can also bring some unspeakable troubles.
It was fine before. I could always control my impulses, and she never moved around. When she fell asleep, she just fell asleep, quietly.
As for tonight, it might be because she kept moving, or maybe she finally agreed to him...
So, inevitably, a little bit excited.
Sanfu whispered: "It seems they walked past and didn't come in."
Zhuang Mowen chuckled softly, his breath hot on her head, "Is this what you were worried about just now?"
"Yes."
Sangfu was still frightened and said frankly: "Fortunately, he didn't come to us."
"Well," he said slowly, completely unfazed by her fear, "usually we check in the afternoon and then we don't check again in the evening."
"Is that so?" Sang Fu looked towards the door, thoughtfully.
She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out for a while. It wasn't until a few seconds later that she realized: "So you checked it this afternoon?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "I checked. It was during the time you went to the supermarket."
Her brain suddenly shut down.
After a while, Sang Fu suddenly sat up in shock and asked, "Have you checked?"
The bed was narrow, and she lost control of her strength when she sat up. She didn't know which part of her body she couldn't control well. Zhuang Mowen covered her chest and hissed softly.
Sang Fu didn't have time to ask any more questions. She turned around anxiously and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were still injured?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "No injuries."
Having just been deceived by him once, how could Sangfu be fooled again? She was a little angry: "You still want to deceive me."
The next moment, Zhuang Mowen felt a chill on his body and the quilt was pulled away by her.
He was slightly stunned.
Sanfu knelt beside him, pursed her lips, and reached out to unbutton his collar.
She wanted to see his wound to see if it was broken or bleeding.
Zhuang Mowen wanted to say something, but finally stopped himself and let her go, just lowering his eyes to watch her movements.
I don’t know which button she unbuttoned, but Sangfu suddenly stopped moving.
In the darkness outside the window, I could barely see some blurry images, but even so, I could clearly see the lines of the grooves on his chest.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
There were no bandages, no wounds, and no clothes.
She was stunned from head to toe, feeling as if she had fallen into a trap again, and the cloth in her hand was like a hot potato.
Zhuang Mowen saw that she was stunned for a while, and then a look of embarrassment slowly appeared on her face, and he realized that she had reacted.
He found it funny. It was she who had the courage to take off his clothes, and now she was also the one who was shy and at a loss.
"I told you there's no injury."
She felt very confused: "Then why did you hiss?"
Zhuang Mowen: "You bumped into me. It hurts even if there's no wound."
It did hurt a little, but how strong could her hand be? It wasn't like she meant to kill, so her reaction was mostly an act.
“…”
Sang Fuyan's expression was pale. She lowered her head, remained silent for a while, and then dejectedly buttoned her clothes one by one.
She muttered, "Actually, you could have emphasized it again and stopped me."
"In no mood."
"Why?"
"Because I found," he said slowly, "that it feels good to be cared for by you."
How could it be good? She was scared to death.
Sang Fu complained silently in her heart, and consciously covered him with the quilt back, wanting to lie back down to sleep. The next second, the direction she lay down shifted, and she was caught off guard and was pulled over by Zhuang Mowen.
In the dark night, Sang Fu managed to hold herself together and meet his eyes. His eyes were a bottomless black, filled with infinite affection and tenderness.
"Sangfu," he lifted her chin and kissed her, "I'm really glad to meet you."
Sanfu relaxed both physically and mentally. After a moment, she lowered her head and gave him the same kiss back.
"I'm glad to see you're okay."
Even though she felt wronged, sad, and angry because Zhuang Mowen had kept it a secret from her, when she knew that he was fine and had seen it with her own eyes, she admitted it and was glad to have the upper hand.
As long as everything is fine, nothing else matters.
Zhuang Mowen raised his hand, covered the back of her head with his palm, pressed down gently, and her soft lips pressed against him again.
He didn't give her a chance to leave, he was not satisfied.
Ever since the car accident, Zhuang Mowen has become more aware of the horror of accidents, so he has become more greedy than before.
He cherished all of this more and more, her, and her love.
Her waist gradually softened.
The heartbeats in each other's chests merged into one.
As they were kissing, Zhuang Mowen suddenly stopped.
Sanfu was kissed until she was confused, but she still raised her head slightly and said softly, "It seems like something poked my leg."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
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The next day, Sangfu got up early and went downstairs to buy breakfast.
There was still some awkwardness in the air. Sang Fu said goodbye in a hurry and left without saying anything else.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, someone pushed the door open.
The man who came was not the same attending physician as yesterday, and he looked remarkably familiar. Zhuang Mowen saw his appearance and respectfully called out, "Uncle Fang."
Dean Fang asked him, "Does your head still hurt?"
Zhuang Mowen leaned against the headboard and said, "A little."
Dean Fang looked at the film, which showed no problems at all, and saw through it at a glance. He chuckled, "A little? Didn't you tell your attending doctor yesterday that you were no longer in pain and wanted to be discharged? I think that girl is here to take care of you, and you're reluctant to leave."
Zhuang Mowen didn't hide it and said with a smile, "I can't hide it from you."
Dean Fang smiled when he mentioned this. "I only found out about your marriage last time when Director Lin told me. I was complaining at first. You got married but didn't invite me. I was afraid you'd forgotten about me when you grew up. That's why your mother said you hadn't had the wedding yet."
Zhuang Mowen explained in a gentle voice, "We're still in the process of preparing. When the date is set, I'll personally deliver the wedding invitation to you."
"Then it's settled."
Dean Fang came over, patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and said in the tone of an ordinary elder: "If I hadn't met your attending physician this morning, I still wouldn't know that you were in trouble."
He also confirmed repeatedly that it was only a minor injury, and his heart finally settled down.
Otherwise, if something happened to Zhuang Mowen in his hospital, he would probably never be able to forgive himself in his life, let alone face Lin Ling and Zhuang Kang.
When he was young, he and Lin Ling worked in the same hospital. He was familiar with their whole family and watched Zhuang Mowen grow up, so Zhuang Mowen also called him uncle.
Later, due to various transfers, he settled in Yicheng in recent years, and his contacts with his friends in Lincheng became a little distant.
"I wanted to tell your mother, but I guess you've always only reported good news and not bad news since you were little, so you must be unwilling to do so. Let's just forget it."
"Thank you, Uncle Fang, for your understanding," Zhuang Mowen said. "My parents have been in poor health for the past two years. I'm really worried they won't be able to handle this if they find out."
"What parent doesn't love their child? Okay, I'll go and handle the discharge procedures myself later. You can't just stay in this hospital whenever you want."
…
Along the way, Sanfu kept replaying last night's scene in her mind.
Why did she ask that question so quickly?
If you think about it more, you will understand it.
She only remembered that after she asked that question, the air was silent for a very long time. Zhuang Mowen rarely said a word, probably because he didn't know how to explain it to her.
It was only Sangfu who figured out what it was. Her face flushed as she rolled off him and silently rolled to her own seat.
Later she forgot when she fell asleep. She was a bit picky about her bed and couldn't sleep well. What happened before going to bed also made her head wake up. She couldn't sleep and lay there stiffly until the second half of the night before she fell asleep.
It was also in the second half of the night when she felt someone holding her in his arms again. It was not until she woke up and saw the arm around her waist that she realized it was not an illusion.
She really didn't dare to move, for fear of bumping into something again.
Fortunately, when they woke up in the morning, no one mentioned what happened last night.
After buying breakfast, Sang Fu pretended to be calm and pushed open the door. Zhuang Mowen was packing his things with his back to her.
He turned around when he heard the sound and saw her raising her hand to hand him breakfast. He said, "No hurry, you eat first. I'll go and handle the discharge procedures."
Sang Fu took a bite of the bun and asked, "Can I be discharged from the hospital now?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen said, "For external injuries, just go home and apply some medicine and heal yourself."
Sanfu nodded and said, "I'll go with you."
"No need, you just came back, don't wander around." Zhuang Mowen said, "Eat breakfast first. If I haven't come back yet, check if there is any luggage here that I haven't brought."
"All right."
Sang Fu felt that what he said made sense. Dividing the troops into two groups would increase efficiency.
However, when she finished breakfast and was about to pack her luggage, she found that there was nothing she needed to check for omissions, as Zhuang Mowen had already packed everything without missing a thing.
There was really nothing to do, so Sangfu simply sat on the hospital bed and waited for him. She had gone to bed a little late last night, and she played with her cell phone for a while. She felt a little sleepy while waiting, so she thought of taking a nap.
I dozed off for a while and then fell asleep unconsciously.
I don’t know how long I slept when someone patted my cheek gently.
She woke up from the chaos and looked over sleepily. Zhuang Mowen was sitting beside the bed with a smile in his eyes.
Sang Fu realized it later: "Have you completed the formalities?"
Zhuang Mowen: "Well, it's done."
Sanfu: "What about us?"
Zhuang Mowen: "Go home."
He looked at her rosy face from sleeping and said with a smile, "Or do you want to sleep a little longer?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Fu threw off the quilt without hesitation, got out of bed, stood up, picked up her luggage, and did it all in one go.
"I want to go home."
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Author's words: Lincheng map returns
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