It’s hard to imagine that Si Minghan got out of bed three days after the operation. How did he do it?
Dibao felt very depressed and angry that he didn't care.
Do you really want her to feel guilty to death?
Si Minghan was injured for her, otherwise she would be the one lying there unable to move.
So when you rushed over to block the bullet for her, did you ever consider your own aversion to anesthesia?
She would rather not be protected like this...
Di Bao couldn't help but raise his hand, which was hanging at his side, and stretched it towards Si Minghan's face. Just before it touched that peaceful sleeping face, he stopped, and every finger was tense...
After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hand.
As soon as he stepped back, his wrist was grabbed and Di Bao was startled.
It wasn't something that was unexpected, and the shackles weren't even very strong. It was a very natural movement, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Seeing his wrist being grabbed, the back of his hand touched by those thin lips, feeling soft and warm.
Dibao's breathing stopped.
Si Minghan opened his eyes and stared at her with his dark pupils, "What were you doing just now?"
"I... I want to see if you're breathing..." Caught in the act, Dibao's face flushed slightly. How could he say that he was possessed by some infernal desire to touch him?
Si Minghan glanced down at her legs and said in a doting tone, "Stop running around. Is your foot okay?"
"Almost... You said I was running around, but didn't you run to my room three days after the operation? Do you really not feel any pain at all?" How dare this person say that to her?
Si Minghan looked at her with deep understanding in his dark eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep next to me."
Dibao was stunned and said, "No, I'll go to the room later."
"Baby, my body hurts..." Si Minghan said, groaning.
Dibao was nervous, "Does it hurt...does it hurt?"
"Sleeping with me won't hurt."
Di Bao looked at her hand, still in Si Minghan's grasp. She could have pulled it away, or even refused, because she knew Si Minghan was mostly pretending. But her wrist seemed to have lost its strength.
After hesitating for a while, she chose to get on the bed and lie down next to Si Minghan without touching Si Minghan's body.
Si Minghan reached out and took her body and brought her towards him, "Come closer."
Di Bao knew that if she didn't want to, Si Minghan couldn't do anything to her with his current injuries. But she still turned to the side and was held in Si Minghan's arms, pressing against his chest.
At the moment their bodies were pressed against each other, Di Bao's breathing was trembling, especially when Si Minghan kissed the top of her head, pressed his face against hers, and held her in his arms.
"Worried about me? Huh?"
"...It's normal to be worried, right?" Di Bao bit his lip and steadied his breathing. "Si Minghan, thank you, but you really shouldn't have done that. If the bullet had hit me, my third brother could have performed surgery on me, even given me anesthesia, but you couldn't! You're so calculating, can't you think of this?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"How could it not hurt? I know how deep the bullet must have gone in." The knife was actually stabbing in there, stirring around inside to find the bullet!
More terrifying than stabbing a knife!
"If I get hurt on you, it will hurt me more. At least now, I can bear it." Si Minghan's voice was hoarse, and he inserted his fingers into the roots of her hair and gently stroked them.
Dibao's eyes felt hot and he closed them.
She...she doesn't want to be treated like this at all...
Si Minghan sensed the person in his arms breathing abnormally and lifted her face. The light in Di Bao's eyes trembled, and tears suddenly slid down the corners of her eyes.
Si Minghan's heart spasmed, and his rough fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes so gently, "Don't cry, I'm fine now, right?"
"I didn't cry, there was sand in my eyes." Di Bao rubbed his eyes and tried to turn his face away, but was hooked by Si Minghan's fingers.
"Let me see..." Si Minghan said, kissing her eyes. His thin lips were wet with tears and trembled slightly.
The kiss went down and covered Dibao's trembling little mouth, fitting perfectly, their breaths tightly entwined.
Di Bao nervously grasped the collar of Si Minghan's shirt. He was always so presumptuous, and this was the most powerless time for her, and her soul was shattered.
Si Minghan didn't dare to kiss her for too long, fearing that Dibao would suffer from a lack of oxygen and a headache. He let her go and pecked her several more times, his eyes as persistent as a wild animal staring at its prey.
Dibao's mouth was open, his breath was short, his face flushed, and he lowered his head, "I... I still have to go back to the room."
"Don't worry. Okay?" Si Minghan rubbed his firm nose against her pretty nose, their breaths entangled and difficult to distinguish.
Dibao closed his eyes, his face flushed, "You...you are very greedy."
"Yeah, I know." Si Minghan admitted.
Di Bao did not leave, but nestled in Si Minghan's arms, unable to do anything.
It seems like whatever Si Minghan says is true...
She looks so obedient...
But what could she do? This person was so domineering even when he was injured...
After a while, Di Bao's muffled voice came, "Si Minghan, don't get hurt again."
"good."
"Don't get hurt for me, you can't do anything to me anymore." Di Bao said in a low voice.
In the past, she didn't care.
She was forced to be humiliated, tortured in various ways, suffered pain day and night, and was forced to commit suicide, but she didn't care...
Si Minghan didn't say anything. After a moment, his voice became hoarse and he said, "I love you, and I will never be able to repay you in my entire life. Don't even think about pushing me away..." He pressed his thin lips against her forehead and bit it lightly, his breath heavy and hot.
Dibao closed his eyes and did not refute him.
Si Minghan's obsession is deep-rooted, crazy and terrifying.
But what else could Dibao do? She only knew that she hadn't pushed him away yet...
The next morning, Di Bolin stood by the bed, looking at the two people sleeping in each other's arms, his face turned green and black!
Why is Abao on Si Minghan's bed? Huh? It must be Si Minghan's fault!
Si Minghan and Di Bolin stared at each other, one calm and composed, the other glaring furiously, but no one spoke. It was because they both cared about Di Bao and were afraid to wake her.
But the atmosphere in the air was so tense that even Emperor Bao, who was still asleep, noticed it and regained consciousness.
"Hmm..." Di Bao's long eyelashes trembled twice, and he opened his eyes, meeting Si Minghan's doting black eyes in front of him.
"Did you sleep well?"
Di Bao blinked his watery eyes and looked at him, seemingly unable to realize why he was sleeping in Si Minghan's bed. He realized belatedly what he had done last night.
She was about to say something when she felt a third person beside the bed.
She turned her head and looked at her third brother, her head buzzing.
It’s over, we caught them red-handed!
What should I do? Should I pretend to have a headache? Or faint?
"Ah! Bao!" Di Bolin was so angry that he was gasping for breath.
"Third brother, I'm so hungry! Can you go get me something to eat?" Dibao looked at her third brother pitifully.
"Are you hungry? Third brother, go get it!" Di Bolin turned around and left the room.
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