The man's grip was so tight it felt like he wanted to embed her into his body.
Leaning against him, Nanzhi's tense nerves inexplicably relaxed.
"Jiang Qingyan, there are ghosts here, I'm so scared."
Nanzhi wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the person's body stiffen for a moment.
But soon he pulled her close, his voice trembling slightly: "Don't be afraid, your husband is here."
The man's words seemed to have a magical power; she closed her eyes peacefully and fell into a deep sleep.
...
Nanzhi didn't know how long she slept before she regained consciousness.
My nasal cavity was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
She felt her hand being held tightly, with such force that it was as if someone was afraid she would disappear.
She twitched her eyelids, and as soon as she opened them, she saw a large hand shielding her from the bright light.
"Zhizhi, you're awake."
Nanzhi looked up and met a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes.
The man was in a wheelchair, and the sunlight from the window fell on his cheeks and streamed into his eyes.
He is so gentle.
Nan Zhi looked at his face, her tone filled with surprise and delight: "Jiang Qingyan, it really is you. I thought I was dreaming."
As she spoke, her tone suddenly became somewhat puzzled: "Huh, why do I feel like I saw you stand up? Or am I seeing things?"
Jiang Qingyan had considered telling her the truth, but considering that his plan had already begun and this was not the time to expose it, he refrained from speaking.
Looking at her pale face, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently grasped the girl's wrist, his strength tender yet filled with heartache.
"Does Zhizhi want me to stand up?"
"Of course I want to."
"What if... I can never stand up again?"
"No problem, I'll be your legs."
"So Zhizhi is promising me that she will never leave me?"
"Of course I won't leave you." Nan Zhi smiled happily, "But on the condition that you don't lie to me, and even if you do lie to me, you'd better not let me find out."
Although she liked to lie, this time she didn't lie to him.
She truly wanted to be with him forever.
After all, he is really good and gentle.
Therefore, she also hopes that this love is equal.
She was still smiling, but Jiang Qingyan panicked for once when he heard the last sentence.
"Zhizhi, I..."
He was just thinking that he should just tell the truth.
Ke Nanzhi suddenly touched her head; her head was wrapped in gauze, and it hurt to touch it.
My hands hurt too, they were wrapped up like pig's trotters.
She started yelling, "Jiang Qingyan, did I lose my finger? Do I have a dent in my head? Am I not pretty anymore?"
Jiang Qingyan gently held her wrist to stop her from moving: "Zhizhi's finger didn't fall off, and there's no dent on Zhizhi's head. Zhizhi will always be the most beautiful."
"Where's my phone? Let me see it!"
"Zhizhi, your phone is broken. I've asked someone to buy you a new one, but it hasn't arrived yet."
Nanzhi frowned: "Then give me yours."
Jiang Qingyan obediently unlocked his phone.
"Turn on the camera."
Jiang Qingyan obediently turned on the camera function.
When Nanzhi saw that her head was wrapped up tightly inside, she burst into tears again.
"Waaaaah, it looks so ugly! Who shaved off all my smooth, thick, and beautiful curly hair?!"
She said she was going to cry, but not a single tear came out.
Jiang Qingyan, however, felt completely lost.
"Zhizhi, don't cry, I'll go buy you a wig."
The girl immediately stopped crying, blinked her eyes, and looked at him obediently: "Jiang Qingyan, I want the most expensive one."
She's getting cuter and cuter.
Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "Okay, the most expensive one."
He reached out and picked up the thermos cup that was on the bedside table.
"Zhizhi, have some porridge. After you finish, I'll go buy you a wig."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes, blew on the porridge in the spoon to warm it, and then brought it to her lips.
Nanzhi thoroughly enjoyed finishing her porridge.
How could she possibly refuse a life of being waited on?
Jiang Qingyan put down the thermos and looked back at her: "Zhizhi, get some rest. I'll be right back."
"Don't go yet..." Nan Zhi looked at him, her face unusually flushed, and stammered, "I need to go to the restroom."
Jiang Qingyan found himself enjoying watching her shy expression.
He smiled and said, "I'll go with Zhizhi."
As he spoke, he pulled back the blanket for her.
Nanzhi slipped out of the blanket like a little fish.
She stayed in a VIP ward, which naturally had a bathroom.
She was wearing slippers and followed Jiang Qingyan to the bathroom.
Jiang Qingyan opened the door but did not go in.
Nan Zhi went inside, glanced at her hands, and then at Jiang Qingyan outside, who had his back turned and was avoiding eye contact.
She puffed out her cheeks and tentatively tried to pull down her pants, but it hurt as soon as she touched them.
She had to look at Jiang Qingyan outside again.
"Jiang Qingyan, come in."
Jiang Qingyan looked at her somewhat blankly: "Come in?"
Nanzhi gasped, "I can't pull my pants up, come in and help me."
After saying that, Nanzhi felt her face burning.
That's strange.
Why is she shy?
So what if she was seen naked by a handsome man? She's the one who should be at a disadvantage.
Besides, we already saw everything long ago.
Jiang Qingyan looked at her flushed face, and a slight smile subtly curved his lips.
He wheeled himself in, and the girl stood next to him.
So good.
She was just as well-behaved as she was that night when she was drunk.
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