8 PM.
Hearing several sneezes coming from the toilet, Shu Yi turned her head helplessly and complained to Zhang Ningying.
“Auntie, Youye’s health isn’t very good. I’m sick and I didn’t even catch a cold, but he’s such a strong guy, and he caught a cold just from being exposed to a cold wind.”
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Youye pushed open the door and walked out of the restroom.
Touching his nose, which was red from being rubbed with tissues, Zhang Youye stubbornly retorted, "I'm just saying this because I haven't slept these past two nights, okay? Aren't you my wife? It's one thing if you don't care about me, but why are you saying I have poor health?"
If Zhang Ningying hadn't been there, Zhang Youye would have almost blurted out—
Am I physically in poor condition?
Who is making such sounds of pleasure in bed?
Handing the soup bowl to Zhang Youye, Zhang Ningying chuckled and urged, "Alright, drink the hot soup quickly."
"I'll have the doctor bring some cold medicine over in a bit. Luckily it's just a mild cold. If you had a fever, I couldn't let you stay here with Yi Yi."
"Did my wife drink it?" Zhang Youye asked back.
"I've drunk it." Defeated by his wife's obedience, Shu Yi urged with a smile, "Don't worry about me, just drink it. After you finish, I'll give you a massage to make your head feel better."
After finishing the delicious soup in one gulp, Zhang Youye handed the bowl to his aunt and emphasized.
"Aunt, it's getting late, you should go back now. I'll stay here and watch over things, nothing will happen."
“I’m worried that your cold will get worse and you might infect Yiyi. How about we let your aunt stay here tonight so you can go back and get some rest? I…” Zhang Ningying hesitated.
How could a henpecked husband bear to be separated from his wife?
Not even for a second.
He hurriedly interrupted Zhang Ningying before she could finish speaking, plopped down on the sofa, crossed his arms, and adopted a "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude.
"I want to stay here, I don't have a fever."
"Fine, fine, I can't be bothered with you." Unable to reason with this troublesome woman, Zhang Ningying turned to Shuyi and instructed, "Yiyi, your aunt is leaving now. If Youye gets a fever, make sure the doctor takes him away immediately, understand?"
"I know, Auntie. Be careful on your way." Shu Yi nodded with a smile.
After quickly tidying up the insulated food containers on the table and saying goodbye to Shu Yi, Zhang Ningying, too lazy to even look at the ancestor on the sofa, pushed open the door and left without turning her head.
Bang--
The sound of the ward door being gently closed accompanied this.
As soon as Zhang Ningying left, the noise in the ward seemed to quiet down instantly.
The curtains in the ward were drawn, and the sound of withered leaves being swept by the cold wind and gently hitting the glass could be heard.
Shifting her gaze, Shu Yi extended her fingertip and beckoned to her ancestor on the sofa.
As if given permission, the other person darted in front of Shu Yi as if fleeing.
Shu Yi picked up one of the cushions and placed it on her lap, then patted the surface of the cushion.
As if given permission, the other person quickly lay down on the cushion.
His tall body was curled up on the small hospital bed, looking so adorable, like a little puppy.
A doting look spread from the corner of her eyes. She casually ruffled his blond hair, her fingertips brushing against his disheveled profile. Shu Yi lowered her head to massage his temples, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
"His hair has grown quite a bit; it's covering his ears now."
Feeling so comfortable from the massage that she closed her eyes and hummed in response, Zhang Youye snuggled closer to her, his gentle voice escaping from her embrace.
"I'll get a haircut whenever I have time."
"Want to dye the color back?"
"Do you want me to dye it?" Zhang Youye asked rhetorically.
"Yes, I do." Since she had never had a chance to see him with black hair, Shu Yi nodded. "Although I've never seen you with black hair, my husband is so handsome with blond hair, he must be outrageously handsome with black hair."
“Of course.” Tightening her slender waist, Zhang Youye slightly raised the corners of his lips. “To be honest, there’s really no one in this world as handsome as your husband. If there is, he’s definitely not as rich as me.”
Unable to suppress a laugh, Shu Yi chuckled and said, "That's true, who's richer than you? Who are you? You're a prince who knows how to pick locks and stealth."
After a half-second pause, Zhang Youye slowly opened his dark eyes, shifted his body, and chose to face her.
In the silence, he didn't reply, but stared at her intently for a long time.
Bathed in warm light, the instant her fair skin and rosy cheeks met his dark pupils, a surge of desire welled up within him.
He felt a tightening in his lower abdomen and pursed his pale lips.
All day long, people have been coming to visit the ward every now and then. Now, I finally have a chance to be alone.
Pulling his slender fingers, which were rubbing her temples, to his lips, Zhang Youye stretched out his arms, closed his eyes, and wrapped them around her slender waist.
"What's wrong?" With light and shadow intertwining overhead and her fingertips tracing his earlobe, Shu Yi asked with amusement, "You're usually so affectionate, but why do you seem even more affectionate today?"
The cold medicine seemed to be working, and his head was spinning. Too lazy to open his eyes, Zhang Youye stayed nestled in her arms and mumbled, "Wife."
"Um?"
"I want that."
Which one?
As soon as he finished speaking, he keenly sensed something hard pressing against the blanket.
Even through the blanket, Shu Yi could still feel his eagerness through her legs.
As his warm palms forcefully explored her body through the hem of her clothes, Shu Yi could only use her unbandaged hand to press down on her head, which was buried in her lower abdomen, and exclaimed softly, "My arm is injured!"
He struggled to squeeze a moment out of her embrace to look into her eyes, then got up and locked the door.
Finally, he slapped it shut.
Turn off all lights in the room.
In the dim light of the lamplight, he took off his clothes in one go, pressed himself against her body, and used his bony fingers to unbutton her clothes while gently coaxing her.
The husky tone embedded in his words was a deadly urge.
"It's okay, you lie down, I'll do the moving."
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