Rong Zhaonan's pale face flushed slightly. He froze for a moment, then looked away and said, "You... help me call Chen Chen in. Didn't he come this morning? You can't lift me up."
Ning Yuan found his expression amusing, nodded, and went out.
After a while, Chen Chen came in excitedly: "Going to the toilet, right? I'll do it, I'll do it. I promise I won't hurt the captain. Little sister-in-law, you carry the IV drip."
As he spoke, he bent down, rolled up his sleeves, and picked Rong Zhaonan up in his arms.
Ning Yuan found it amusing to see Rong Zhaonan being held in his arms, his face drooping, forced to look like a little bird clinging to him.
She quickly said, "Wait a minute... help him get down. The doctor said he has to walk, don't carry him in a princess carry!"
Rong Zhaonan's handsome face darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Put me down!"
Unfortunately, his speech was weak and lacked any deterrent effect.
Chen Chen then quickly and slowly helped Rong Zhaonan down to the ground: "Alright, we need to walk around. The captain didn't fart for a long time the other day, which really worried me to death. I almost went to find a doctor to poke him!"
"Can you shut up? What are you talking about? That's clearly post-operative gas!" Rong Zhaonan's face darkened as he watched Ning Yuan smirking beside him.
He really wanted to slap Chen Chen on the head, but his body was battered and bruised, and it hurt whenever he moved!
Chen Chen felt the murderous gaze of his captain, and belatedly realized that his sister-in-law was still there. The captain also had his pride!
He quickly shut up, carefully put his captain down, and slowly helped him walk.
As soon as he took his first step, Rong Zhaonan's face paled. Ning Yuan instinctively supported him, saying, "Take it slow."
He glanced at her gently, then tightened his grip on her hand: "I'm fine..."
He slowly walked to the bathroom. The short distance took him a long time, but he was covered in cold sweat. However, his expression remained calm.
Ning Yuan felt sorry for him, but she didn't stop him.
When they reached the bathroom door, he wouldn't let Ning Yuan go in, and Ning Yuan didn't insist.
Young Master Rong is very concerned about his reputation.
She waited outside for a while before Rong Zhaonan came out, washed his hands, and his face was wet.
Ning Yuan glanced at him and saw that he had even washed his face. She went to get a towel with a hint of helplessness and said, "Your OCD has flared up again. Didn't the caregiver wipe your body? It's hot today, but there's a fan. Beijing isn't in the south, it shouldn't be this hot."
You have to wash your hands and face after using the toilet, wiping your face several times a day.
Rong Zhaonan sat back on the bed. He rudely dismissed Chen Chen before raising his eyes and looking at her with a deep gaze: "You think I don't shower?"
Ning Yuan: "???"
What are you talking about? He's covered in injuries, why would he need a bath?
He lowered his long eyelashes and asked calmly, "Are you still angry with me?"
Ning Yuan said helplessly, "I'm not angry anymore."
When Xiang Ziye used her to threaten him, and he suddenly jumped down without any hesitation, she didn't even have time to be angry.
Even if we later learned that he had a plan, the slightest mistake could have killed him. Even without a mistake, he ended up in this severely injured state.
Young Master Rong remained silent for a while before saying in a muffled voice, "You're not angry, and you don't mind that I'm sloppy, so why don't you... I have the caregiver wipe my face and rinse my mouth every day."
Seeing Rong Zhaonan's awkward expression, a thought struck her, and she asked speechlessly, "What do you want me to do?"
I understand now. This awkwardness means Young Master Rong is trying to get close to her.
No wonder even when she was lying in bed unable to move, she was still thinking about wiping her face, washing her hands, and rinsing her mouth.
The problem is...
"Brother, you're still injured, don't mess around, okay? Touching your injury will only make you feel worse!" Ning Yuan said speechlessly.
What is this child thinking? Sometimes she really feels that there is a generation gap between her and him; the old aunt can't understand the hot-blooded young man.
Rong Zhaonan's thin face flushed instantly, his expression a mixture of grievance and resentment: "That's not what I meant! Your thinking is unhealthy. I just meant... a kiss! When the old battalion commander was injured, his wife would visit him and give him a kiss too!"
Shouldn't we kiss after surviving a disaster?
Ning Yuan looked at him and raised an eyebrow: "What? You were peeping at your battalion commander changing his bandages and being intimate with his wife?"
Rong Zhaonan choked, his face turning even redder with anger: "I saw it by accident when I was visiting the battalion commander!"
He just wanted her to kiss his face or forehead, just like his sister-in-law kissed the battalion commander lying in the hospital bed years ago—a warm and peaceful moment.
At that time, he thought that if he got injured in the future and had a wife, would she kiss him like that?
That feeling must be wonderful...
He should have been fierce, but he was weak and lacked energy, so he had no intimidating presence.
Ning Yuan found it amusing and suddenly leaned down to kiss him on the lips, as if coaxing a child: "Hey, will you behave now?"
Rong Zhaonan was stunned for a moment, not expecting her to kiss him so readily.
Ning Yuan noticed that his neck was visibly red, and a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She lowered her head and kissed his eyes and cheeks twice more: "I really don't mind, is this okay?"
Rong Zhaonan's usually cool and aloof eyes narrowed instantly at the kiss. He grabbed her arm with his hand that wasn't infected and said in a muffled voice, "Well, it's alright..."
Although it wasn't the heartwarming scene I had originally envisioned, it was still very nice.
Looking at his expression—wanting to kiss her yet pretending to be calm—Ning Yuan figured he probably thought he looked aloof.
His hair was soft and wet, his eyelashes were wet, and his fair face lacked its usual cold and unapproachable feel, instead giving him the appearance of a soft-furred puppy.
"It's alright? Then it's not good. Oh well, I'm going to get lunch. It's lunchtime." Ning Yuan said "Oh" and straightened up.
But the next moment, his finger was hooked. Rong Zhaonan stared at her, a little anxious, his face turning pale again: "...Wait!"
Ning Yuan found his expression amusing, so she took his hand that hadn't been injected, lowered her head and kissed his thin lips again, then gently bit him with her own small mouth.
The corners of her lips, which usually appear cool and aloof, are actually quite soft.
Rong Zhaonan took a deep breath, but his wound prevented him from moving, so he obediently squinted and opened his mouth for her kiss. His breathing was a little erratic, and a thin layer of mist rose in his eyes.
Ning Yuan suddenly felt a surge of tenderness in her heart, and couldn't help but cup his chin, lower her head, and kiss him—
Oh my, this guy isn't stiff at all; he's so well-behaved when he's being kissed.
She found that compared to the highly aggressive Captain Rong, the obedient Young Master Rong, who was occasionally forced to put away his sharp edges, really appealed to her.
but……
"What are you doing?" A man's rude Cantonese voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Ning Yuan paused, then immediately turned her head and saw Ning Bingyu standing at the door with a dark face.
Uh... I was so busy kissing the puppy that I forgot to close the door.
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