Burying her head in his chest, Jiang Ying sneered at herself, "Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo, you must be laughing at me now, right? I've unknowingly developed this bad habit of only being able to fall asleep peacefully in your arms!"
It was already late at night, and Jiang Ying threw the child into the ear room.
So as not to make it inappropriate for children.
Yan Zhuo was sober, and Apia was overjoyed.
[Huh? How is it a bad habit? He thinks this habit is good, very good!]
[It would be even better if I could just enjoy lying in bed with him during the day and not run around outside…]
Of course, Yan Zhuo had no objection to Jiang Ying going out.
On the contrary, when she was running around outside, he felt so guilty that he just wanted to wake up quickly to help her share the burden.
The woman he was talking about should have just eaten, drunk and had fun, and spent her extra time with the children, but now she had to take on so much!
With his eyes closed, Jiang Ying was almost falling asleep when he felt something hooking his little finger.
I opened my eyes, raised my upper body and took a look. Oh my god, it was the Dog King!
His hand miraculously moved a little inward, just enough to reach the half fingertip of Jiang Ying that was hanging outside his belly.
Pointing his index finger upwards, he touched her slowly and rhythmically.
Jiang Ying was a little surprised and looked down at Yan Zhuo's face, "Are you going to wake up?"
Unfortunately, there was no response for a long time.
Jiang Ying pretended to be angry, "If you wake up and keep pretending that you want me to serve you, I will be angry!"
"Yan Zhuo? Yan Zhuo?"
After shouting twice, she subconsciously turned over and sat directly on Yan Zhuo's waist. She reached out to flip up the man's eyelids until she saw that his pupils were dilated and unfocused. Only then did she believe that he was not awake, but had an advanced version of his body reflex?
There have been so many things happening these days!
As he was thinking this, the next moment, Jiang Ying felt something hit his butt.
she,"……"
As a doctor, he has helped Yan Zhuo wipe his body and bathe him more than once.
So, she knew very well what it was, but even if it was a normal physiological reaction, wasn't the frequency of the Dog Prince a little too high?
She asked Qi Ren and Kunan implicitly, but they didn't tell her that such strange things happened when they were serving.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ying continued to be as steady as an old dog. He sat on Yan Zhuo's waist and moved forward a little bit to avoid him. Then he supported his chest with both hands and leaned over to his ear.
She deliberately exhaled into his ear, "Yan Zhuo, you can hear me... you are conscious... right?"
She grabbed the hand he had just moved, held it in front of her eyes, and asked again, "If you can hear me, please move your fingers and let me know, okay?"
Staring without blinking, Jiang Ying felt a surge of genuine anticipation in his heart.
Perhaps, a vegetative patient who is conscious and responsive is easier to wake up than a vegetative patient who knows nothing?
Little did she know that her question really stumped Yan Zhuo!
I don't know whether I should expose myself...
Of course, he didn't want that in his heart, because if he did that, the little woman would definitely not wash him or change his clothes anymore.
But this selfish idea was discarded by Yan Zhuo as soon as it emerged in his mind!
The fingertips naturally jumped twice in front of Jiang Ying's eyes.
Jiang Ying was overjoyed. "Can you really hear me talking to you?"
“I can hear it.” Yan Zhuo said in his mind, and moved his fingers again.
This made Jiang Ying very happy. She leaned over and hugged Yan Zhuo's neck tightly, and something warm slipped into it.
Yan Zhuo's soul choked. He couldn't believe that the little woman was actually crying. Crying for him was rare and heartbreaking.
[Be good, don’t cry, I’m fine.] He tried to move his fingers.
Jiang Ying felt it, grabbed it, and pressed it against his lips. "Yeah, I understand. I understand you won't leave me alone. It's my fault. I was so stupid and didn't test you earlier to see if you were conscious. It's good now. I say, listen, it makes me feel like I'm not fighting alone."
More than that, she'll find a way!
I'm sure I can find a way to wake the kid's father up!
However, this thought took me a long time, and I made countless attempts during this period.
Including the fact that she was really ashamed and shameless, and used her hands to help the Dog Prince vent!
She also used a silver needle to pierce his fingernails, crying as she did so. Tears flowed all over Yan Zhuo's face, as if he was crying in pain.
Jiang Ying tried one incredible method after another for half a month, but finally gave up after finding that none of them worked.
She said calmly, "If it's a blessing, it won't be a disaster. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided."
"Yan Zhuo, I'll wait for you."
The latter naturally gestured wildly with his fingers, indicating that he was willing to accept any stimulation no matter how exaggerated, because he was heartbroken and almost died, and he just wanted to wake up, hug the little woman tightly in his arms, kiss her, and love her!
However, no one can change what Jiang Ying has decided.
Over the next two months, she did what she had initially envisioned. She went to the palace during the day to check on Concubine Chen's pregnancy, and left the palace on time at 3 p.m. to go home, spend time with her child, chat with him, read books and picture books to the father and son, and prepare delicious food.
Yan Zhuo is lying in bed, and his diet needs to be light, soft and easy to digest. His son has just started eating complementary foods, so he has similar requirements.
It's quite tasty, but Jiang Ying is lazy, so he doesn't have to make two servings!
Often, she would force the food her son couldn't finish back into Yan Zhuo's mouth, "Don't spit it out! This is what your son eats, don't you think you're disgusted with it?"
Yan Zhuo, "..."
He didn't dare to despise it, but could he just let it go after he spit it out?
When will this day end?
Eating is easy, but studying is a nightmare.
One likes to listen to martial arts picture books full of fighting and killing, and the other loves historical theories. It's like a poor student who draws little men in class and a top student who concentrates on his studies. The contrast is too great. It is really difficult for Jiang Ying, a teacher who changed his career halfway, to be a teacher.
Just after he finished reading The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre to his son, the little fellow took the small wooden sword that Yan Zhuo had made himself and found in the Prince's Mansion and stabbed it into Yan Zhuo's forehead, "Hehehehe..."
[Scumbag dad, I hold the Heavenly Sword in my hand, commanding the whole world to obey. Do you obey me?]
Yan Zhuo, "..."
Jiang Ying rolled his eyes and threw his son's weak sword away. "Alright, your half hour is over. Now it's time for Daddy to listen to the Han Dynasty."
Poor thing, put down a book and pick up another one.
There is no doubt that these books were taken out by her from the space, and in order to prevent Yan Zhuo from suffering in bed all day, she also hired the best carpenter, drew the blueprints herself, and made a wheelchair for Yan Zhuo.
In this way, you can push him out for a walk from time to time.
Even though he couldn't open his eyes, his perception was still there, which could be considered a kind of environmental stimulation.
In three months, the stars have moved and the seasons have changed. When the green leaves on the trees fall in batches, autumn has come.
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