So, she really doesn't blame him at all now.ww.

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It was already nine o'clock in the evening study after Xingchen.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived at the hospital.

She pushed open the door of the ward and didn't see Feng Yu on the bed.

When I looked to the side, I saw Feng Yu standing in front of the windowsill.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around, rushed to Xingchen and hugged her.

"I thought you lied to me and I won't come."

He was the only one who was cold in the ward.

Listening to Feng Yu's voice, Xingchen's heart thrust slightly, he patted his hand and said softly: "I brought you something to eat, let's eat something."

Feng Yu then let go of Xingchen and the two sat down on the sofa.

Xingchen opened the lunch box, which contained the chicken soup she asked the restaurant owner to stew in advance, and it was still hot now.

If no one takes care of him, he should have taken a hospital package, and that one is not nutritious.

"Stars."

Feng Yu's current mind is all about Xingchen, so where can he see chicken soup?

"Um?"

Xingchen looked at her lazily and responded softly.

Feng Yu pursed his lips and didn't say anything again, "It's okay."

It was already very late when Feng Yu finished his dinner.

Now that I go back, the school dormitory door has been closed long ago.

Xingchen didn't plan to go back, so he put his bag on the sofa and whispered: "It's too late, go to bed."

Tomorrow he will ask the doctor about his wounds. He is doing this every day and doesn't know if there are any sequelae.

Seeing Xingchen lying down on the sofa, Feng Yu frowned.

He raised his foot and walked behind Xingchen and whispered: "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

"You still have injuries on your body, go to bed."

Feng Yu didn't say anything anymore, but directly lifted the quilt, squeezed into Xingchen's quilt, and hugged her.

"Okay, then I'll sleep on the sofa with you."

It's been two years, and the first time in two years, Xingchen is a little uncomfortable.

"Feng Yu, you are injured..."

"Then you go to bed, or we both sleep on it."

Xingchen bit his lip helplessly and finally chose to sleep in the bed. Fortunately, the bed was very big and the two of them didn't have to be so close.

In the middle of the night, Feng Yu suddenly moved to Xingchen quietly, kissed her on the face, and slowly hugged her body with both hands, afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

But Feng Yu didn't know that he didn't fall asleep, so the same was true for her.

The moment Feng Yu wrapped his hands around, he couldn't bear to push them away.

The deepest hatred of him before, the more annoyed I would know the truth.

The relationship that I suppressed for more than two years was still pouring out like a flood.

She is also greedy for such warmth.

——

The next morning, Feng Yu opened his eyes and the place around him was empty.

Feng Yu suddenly sat up from the bed, accidentally touching the wound, making him frown.

Feng Yu gently lifted the patient's gown and saw the wound tearing slightly, and bright red spots emerged.

Feng Yu had no intention of caring about his wounds, and glanced at Xingchen's bag was still on the sofa, so he felt much more relieved.

She didn't leave!

Feng Yu was about to get out of bed when the door opened.

Xingchen walked in first and followed the doctor.

"He woke up, please trouble you, the doctor."

Xingchen looked at Feng Yu coldly, stood aside, and didn't say anything else.

"Young man, where have you been going these days? Why are you missing when the examination comes? Let me see your wounds and don't get infected."

The old doctor spoke responsibly.

This hurts the heart, and it is life-threatening if you are not careful.

Wound?

Feng Yu frowned, did he let Xingchen see his wound?
Chapter completed!