Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian listened to the conversation between Song Qingchun and Song Menghua, and was a little bit upset. Now that he saw her coquettishly, his heart gradually softened. He couldn't help turning his head and looked at her.

Song Qingchun touched Su Zhinian's smile and immediately smiled with a sweet smile: "If you don't believe me, I'll ask the doctor in a minute, but I can't go out tonight, it's cold and the wind is very cold Big, you can't bear it..."

Su Zhinian nodded her head gently. Although she didn't speak, it made Song Qingchun's eyebrows warmer. She handed the spoon to his mouth. He slowly opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Su Zhinian's reaction fell on Su Mu's eyes, like a lottery winning.

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After drinking the porridge, Song Qingchun handed the bowl to Su Mu, picked up the glass on the table, rinsed the mouth of Su Zhinian, and then went to the bathroom, took out a warm wet towel and brought his face and hands Wipe clean.

Song Qingchun's dedicated service made Su Zhinian's expression gradually calm down.

It's not too early, Song Qingchun covered Su Zhinian's quilt, and told him softly that she would first send Su Mu back to the hotel, and then come back later.

After Su Zhinian nodded, Song Qingcai and Su Mu left the ward.

When Song Qingchun returned to the ward, Su Zhinian was asleep and half of his body was exposed. Song Qingnian stepped forward, turned off the headlights of the ward, turned on the dim sleep lamp, and then helped the quilt again. He covered it carefully.

The ward was very quiet, Song Qingchun was crawling and crawling beside the bed. Because of lack of sleep, she gradually fell asleep.

But she was not fast asleep. When she heard Su Zhinian's humming noise because of the pain, she woke up at once, and then Song Qingchun heard another "hum" from Su Zhinian's throat, The pressure was so low that even she could feel the crunch that he endured to grind his teeth with pain.

Song Qingchun subconsciously turned on the light, and saw Su Zhinian's face pale, sweat on his forehead, his hand holding the bedding tightly, and his body trembling constantly.

Song Qingchun remembered that when the nurse came to give Su Zhinian an injection today, she told her that the analgesic had been removed. Su Zhinian was very likely to feel uncomfortable when the wound hurts. Don't rely on painkillers.

Song Qingchun subconsciously touched Su Zhinian's forehead without burning. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that it was not the condition that was worsening, but the pain in the wound.

Song Qingchun rushed to the bathroom, wet the towel with warm water, and came out to help Su Zhinian wipe the sweat on her forehead. She saw his aching body curled up, and the heart was sore and sore, and she couldn't help but say, "I'm going Get a nurse to give you a shot?"

Before Song Qingchun got up, Su Zhinian grabbed her wrist.

Song Qingchun knew that he meant to stop her. She had to sit beside him on the bed, patting him on the uninjured shoulder with some soothing patience.

However, her actions were totally useless. His painful lips were pale, and Song Qingchun’s distressed tears fell down. He no longer cares about his wishes. He reached out and wanted to press the call on the wall. bell.

Su Zhinian's wrist slammed her into the bed, and because of the pain, his breath was particularly heavy and rapid.