Chapter 22 Don’t you want to explain what happened last night?

Yao Ping looked at the two people hugging each other on the bed in astonishment, and said the rest of the words blankly, "...your room."

Han Zhong: “…”

"Remember to knock next time."

"……yes."

A minute later, Yao Ping looked at Han Zhong, who was sitting on a chair with a gloomy face, and Jiang Wu, who was sitting obediently on the bed. After organizing his words several times, he asked, "Mr. Jiang, are you going to stay overnight?"

"want."

"Need not."

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other at the same time. Han Zhong asked with a stern face, "Isn't there a hotel nearby? Why are you squeezing into a ward?"

Jiang Wu was unreasonably confident, "But I came to see you."

"Didn't you see it?"

"I haven't seen your wound yet."

"You are not a doctor, why are you looking at the wound?"

"How do you know I'm not a doctor?"

"…Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

“…”

Yao Ping watched the two of them talking back and forth, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, walked out of the ward and said to the nurse outside, "Go buy a four-piece bed set and a set of pajamas for adult men, one size fits all."

"OK."

The two people in the room were arguing with each other when Jiang Wu's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.

The ward was silent. Han Zhong asked, "Didn't you eat?"

"Well, I didn't eat lunch."

“…”

Han Zhong turned his head to look at Yao Ping, but before he could say anything, Assistant Yao, who was about to enter the room, immediately replied, "Understood, I'll go buy food now."

"……Um."

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, so it was not suitable to eat greasy food. Yao Ping bought the simplest white porridge with salted vegetables and a few meat buns. Jiang Wu lowered his head and ate seriously without raising his head. It was obvious that he was very hungry.

Han Zhong sat across from him, watching him finish a bowl of porridge quickly and elegantly, then nibble on a meat bun, and asked, "What were you busy with? You didn't even have time to eat?"

"I didn't do anything, just met someone."

“…”

Seeing that he casually passed it over, Han Zhong did not ask any further questions. After all, this was only the third time they had met, and it was not yet time to inquire about private matters.

…

When Han Zhong came out of the shower, Jiang Wu had already finished his meal and was sitting on the folding bed that Yao Ping had someone move over, chatting with someone on his cell phone. When he heard the voice, he looked over.

The man was wearing a silver-grey cotton pajamas. His jawline was clearly defined, with a prominent Adam's apple. A small patch of firm chest muscle was visible, and the white gauze on his left shoulder could be vaguely seen. His slightly damp hair was scattered in front of his forehead, half covering his sharp eyebrows, making him look unexpectedly gentle.

Jiang Wu stared at him for a while without saying anything.

“…”

Han Zhong turned slightly and coughed softly, "I'm done."

Jiang Wu responded, picked up the pajamas Yao Ping bought for him and went into the bathroom. When he passed Han Zhong, he smelled a faint herbal scent, which should be the smell of shower gel.

As the bathroom door opened with a click, Han Zhong's tense muscles as he sat on the hospital bed finally relaxed.

Jiang Wu took a quick shower and came out in less than fifteen minutes. He was wearing a light blue plaid short-sleeved shirt and shorts. His exposed skin was glowing white, his hair was slightly wet and messy, and the skin at the corners of his eyes was red from moisture. He went straight into his little bed without putting on any facial mask or body lotion, which broke Han Zhong's stereotype of male stars.

The ward was very large, so the two beds were a little far apart, about two meters, and Jiang Wu spoke very little and was very well behaved. After taking a shower, he sat on his bed and played with his mobile phone, very quietly.

Han Zhong was originally handling some official business on his tablet, but his mind drifted away and he looked up at the opposite side as if inadvertently, and found that Jiang Wu was still chatting and seemed to be in a good mood.

He frowned unconsciously, wondering who he was chatting with. They had been chatting for an hour and a half, and he still hadn't finished?

"cough."

A clear cough was heard in the room. Jiang Wu looked up and saw Han Zhong's face. He tilted his head and asked him what he wanted to say.

Han Zhong looked at his unconscious movements and lightly twisted the quilt with his fingertips, "It's very late, I'm going to turn off the lights."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Wu withdrew from the "desert island survivor group", put away his phone and went to sleep.

Han Zhong turned off the light, lay down, and slowly closed his eyes.

There was only a dim night light on the wall in the ward. It was dim and hazy, and he could vaguely hear the light breathing coming from the opposite side. Han Zhong had no desire to sleep at all. He had not slept in the same room with someone for many years, not to mention someone he had only met three times.

But even though they had only met three times, what happened between them was more exciting than if they had met hundreds of times.

Han Zhong couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Jiang Wu at the Golden Land Hotel. His thoughts gradually drifted away and he gradually felt sleepy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a very light voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Han Zhong, are you asleep?"

Han Zhong: “…”

Because of some past experiences, he has a very regular schedule and usually goes to bed at 11 o'clock. It is already 12 o'clock now, and there are only seven hours left until he has to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow. He does not plan to chat.

The most important thing is that this kind of midnight chat usually involves heart-to-heart talk. He didn't think that he and Jiang Wu had reached the point where they could have a heart-to-heart talk, so he didn't say anything and deliberately kept his breathing steady to make the other person think that he was already asleep.

Sure enough, the person on the other end fell silent and no longer tried to talk to him.

Han Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to fall asleep again when he suddenly noticed something strange in his chest. He was startled, his muscles tensed up, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dim light, their eyes met, and Jiang Wu's eyes showed a little surprise, "You didn't sleep?"

"…Are you sick?!"

Han Zhong sat up suddenly, one hand still holding Jiang Wu's hand. Just now, this hand had touched his chest and was even trying to pull off his pajamas. This little pervert!

Jiang Wu felt a little pain in his wrist, and frowned at him, "Of course I'm not sick, you are the one who is sick."

"That's right, otherwise why would I agree to let you stay." Han Zhong sneered, "There is a good hotel near the hospital. I will let Yao Ping take you there now--"

He was halfway through his words when Jiang Wu suddenly pressed forward while sitting on his waist. Han Zhong was sitting on his waist, so it was inconvenient for him to exert force, and he was caught off guard and pressed against the pillow. He was about to speak with his eyes wide open, but Jiang Wu reached out and pressed somewhere on the back of his neck.

Han Zhong's expression froze, then he closed his eyes and fell on the pillow.

"It turns out that the hard way is the best way..."

Jiang Wu muttered something, then gently pulled open Han Zhong's collar. Under the white gauze, the skin covering the beating heart was slightly bulging with strong muscles.

Jiang Wu stretched out his hand and covered the skin, a faint golden-red light emanating from his fingertips. After a moment, he removed his hand, and a pair of ancient golden-red characters appeared on the originally flawless skin, like a winding flower or a bird with spread wings, mysterious and wonderful.

Jiang Wu raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at the familiar resolute and stern face under the dim light. His eyes carefully traced the familiar eyebrows and eyes, and then he held his cheeks with both hands and gently put his forehead against it.

His soul quickly detected a familiar aura, which was the mark he left on Yan Zhong's soul in the past.

He risked using the Xuanjie spell to heal his injuries in the car accident during the day. He thought he would sleep for three to five days due to the side effects of his shattered soul, but he woke up after only four hours of sleep. He guessed that there were fragments of his soul in Han Zhong's body, which filled the crack in his soul, so he planned to check it out in the middle of the night.

The result was just as he expected. The person in front of him was Yan Zhong, who should have been dead for a thousand years. He had the imprint of his soul left in his body, which had not been erased even after crossing time and space.

But he still couldn't understand why Yan Zhong, who was supposed to be dead, turned into another person a thousand years later, and he happened to be reborn a thousand years later...

As Jiang Wu thought about it, he began to feel sleepy. He had been running around all day and was exhausted. He hadn't felt so tired in a long time. He soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning when Jiang Wu woke up, he vaguely heard a low conversation.

"...It is said that he is ill. Now the third brother Fang Zhiyi is in power. This kid has been against you since he was young..."

"Lu Linhe is not short of money. If you want to buy him off, you may need..."

“…”

Jiang Wu opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Han Zhong and Zhou Changming sitting and talking by the window in front. He sat on the bed in a daze, and suddenly found that the bed he was lying on seemed to be Han Zhong's.

The memory of last night instantly flooded into his mind, and Jiang Wuxin thought, oh no, he was so tired last night that he even forgot to crawl back to his bed!

Seeing that the two men were not paying attention, he got out of bed quietly, went into the bathroom to wash and change clothes, and then walked out of the ward quietly.

"Isn't this Mr. Jiang? Long time no see?" Zhou Changming's joking voice came.

Jiang Wu: “…”

He slowly turned around and looked at the two people by the window, "Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

Zhou Changming waved at him with a smile on his face, "I brought breakfast, come and have some together?"

Jiang Wu replied: "No, I have something else to do——"

Han Zhong: “Come here.”

Jiang Wu: “…”

Jiang Wu pursed his lips, walked to Han Zhong and sat down. He took the seafood porridge that Zhou Changming pushed over to him. He lowered his head and was about to start eating when he heard Han Zhong's faint voice in his ear, "Don't you want to explain what happened last night?"

Jiang Wu paused, turned around and said seriously, "You know, you sleepwalked last night."

Han Zhong: “…”