Little did he know, Ah Heng was plotting how to get his hands on him.
Her reason for changing her mind was still that he was "very useful".
If I knew, I'd be furious.
"Didn't you say you didn't care if I was hungry or not? You won't let me eat if we're not friends?" Ah Heng, wrapped in a blanket, spoke with a dry, hoarse voice like a broken bellows.
Wei Heng was both angry and speechless. This woman, even in this state, was still being stubborn—
"Looking at you like this, I don't care what you do. We're not friends, but we're still comrades..."
Ah Heng interrupted him with a grumble: "Comrades it is, but who's going to be your comrade if I starve to death..."
She struggled to sit up, which aggravated the wound on her shoulder.
"Tsk tsk—" Ah Heng grimaced in pain and gasped for breath.
She didn't have any anesthesia when her wound was treated, and it didn't hurt much, but now it's starting to hurt.
Wei Heng saw her sit up like that, his face darkened, and he quickly pressed down on her arm: "Don't move!"
He took a pillow and placed it behind her to make her more comfortable.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, Wei Heng's anger dissipated considerably.
However, the pillow was clearly not effective in supporting his back, and Ah Heng would gasp in pain as soon as he moved slightly.
Seeing her looking distressed, Wei Heng felt inexplicably irritated.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to go all in, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and helped her lean against him.
Now, Ah Heng finally felt at ease. She leaned against Wei Heng's chest, like a wounded mother leopard, muttering softly.
Wei Heng looked down at her, and Aheng almost sank into his arms.
In the dim light, Ah Heng's face was pale and her brows were slightly furrowed, making her look like a completely different person from the usually carefree and tomboyish woman.
Wei Heng looked away, somewhat awkwardly picked up the bowl of noodles, blew on it, and brought a noodle to A Heng's mouth: "Open your mouth."
Ah Heng obediently opened his mouth and let him feed him.
After eating the steaming hot noodles, my stomach felt much better, and I felt more energetic.
Ah Heng praised vaguely, "Hmm...it tastes good. Your brother's cooking skills are amazing, much better than the pork rice I cook."
It's quite comfortable to be held like this by him; it adds another use to a man.
Wei Heng: "..."
This woman always says surprising things.
Wei Heng fed her bite by bite, and the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.
Aheng took a few bites, then suddenly stopped and looked at Wei Heng: "Um, I want to drink some water."
Wei Heng picked up the water and fed her a few sips. Aheng squinted her eyes and drank it, then snuggled into his arms as if it were her right.
Wei Heng was stiff all over, his lips pursed, as he fed A Heng the noodles.
Ah Heng ate quite quickly, slurping up the noodles in just a few mouthfuls, leaving not a drop of soup at the bottom of the bowl.
After eating and drinking her fill, she let out a satisfied burp, and her eyelids began to droop.
Ah Heng mumbled incoherently, "I'm so sleepy... Comrade, I'm going to sleep for a while."
Then she tilted her head and leaned against Wei Heng, falling into a deep sleep.
Looking at her carefree attitude, Wei Heng shook his head helplessly. What a troublesome person.
She doesn't act like a woman at all.
He carefully removed her from his body like a child, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
Ah Heng was half asleep when he was disturbed and groaned uncomfortably.
Wei Heng was worried that he might aggravate her wound, so his movements were a little stiff.
Ah Heng suddenly grabbed his hand, looked him up and down with a dazed look in her eyes, and muttered, "You look... pretty good..."
After saying that, he fell into a deep sleep again.
Wei Heng froze, taken aback by her abrupt remark.
This woman is acting strangely. What does she mean by saying he's "pretty good"?
He felt as if he had been gently scratched by a leopard's claws, a ticklish yet slightly chaotic sensation.
Wei Heng sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at A Heng's sleeping face for a long time, then suddenly stood up.
What she says is none of my business.
Getting down to business is the priority!
He was about to make a phone call when he suddenly remembered what had happened to those people that night.
Wei Heng frowned; those people had clearly come prepared.
He walked to a corner of the wall, gently tapped it, and a square opened in the corner.
Wei Heng squatted down and took out a small transmitter hidden underneath.
This was something he had prepared specifically before coming to the Hong Kong government, just in case.
This old-fashioned small telegraph machine was safe as long as there was no decipherable code.
After installing the small telegraph machine, he began to skillfully operate it, briefly reporting on the events of the evening and Ah Heng's situation.
The nights in Hong Kong are humid and sultry, with the occasional chirping of unknown insects and the beeping of telegrams coming from outside the window.
A faint smell of blood and medicine filled the air.
In the middle of the night, Ah Heng indeed developed a high fever.
Wei Heng reached out and touched her forehead; it was frighteningly hot.
He cursed under his breath; this guy looked as strong as an ox, but he was surprisingly fragile.
He frantically found a wet towel and wiped her forehead and body repeatedly, trying to help her cool down.
Ah Heng was delirious with fever, constantly muttering incoherently.
Wei Heng finally managed to find some fever reducer and gave it to her. He barely slept all night, staying by her bedside and constantly monitoring her temperature.
Wei Heng didn't sleep all night. Aheng's temperature fluctuated, and he kept changing her towels and pouring her water. He was very busy.
Finally, as dawn broke, Ah Heng's fever subsided. Wei Heng breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on a chair by the bed, feeling like all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
He stared at Aheng's sleeping face. The woman was very peaceful when she slept, her long eyelashes like two small fans, casting a shadow under her eyelids. Wei Heng reached out as if possessed, wanting to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.
The moment his fingertips touched her warm skin, Ah Heng woke up. She opened her eyes groggily, saw Wei Heng standing right in front of her, paused for a moment, and then grabbed his hand.
"What...what are you doing?" Ah Heng's voice was hoarse and nasal.
Wei Heng recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted, his expression somewhat unnatural: "You're awake? How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, and I feel weak all over." Ah Heng frowned and struggled to sit up.
Wei Heng quickly helped her up and poured her a glass of water: "Drink some water first, how are you feeling?"
"Much better," Ah Heng said, lifting the covers to get out of bed. "I'm going to wash up."
"Wait," Wei Heng called out to her, "Your wound hasn't healed yet, don't move around."
"It's okay, I'll be careful," Ah Heng insisted.
Helpless, Wei Heng could only help her to the bathroom. After washing up, Aheng returned to the room and found that Wei Heng had already prepared breakfast.
"Have something to eat." Wei Heng handed her breakfast.
Ah Heng took the breakfast and ate it silently. The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward, and neither of them spoke.
“Wei Heng,” Aheng suddenly spoke, “thank you for last night…”
"You're welcome," Wei Heng said, his tone still indifferent.
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