After Wen Qingyu left, Zhong Lingyu went to visit Shen Huaizhou again on the way.
Shen Huaizhou's body was not made of iron after all.
He fell asleep from exhaustion.
Zhong Lingyu carefully wiped his chapped lips with a wet cotton swab.
He suddenly started talking in his sleep, vaguely.
Zhong Lingyu turned his head and listened carefully.
He murmured uneasily, "Lingyu, run quickly..."
Fingers froze, Zhong Lingyu stared at him for a long time, her eyes gradually getting hot.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and sat there for a long time.
In the end, she stuffed the ring and the velvet box under his pillow and turned to leave.
Shen Huaizhou slept until noon the next day.
While he was sleeping, Zhong Lingyu asked the doctor carefully.
After making sure she was fine, she informed Adjutant Li that she was going to be discharged from the hospital.
Adjutant Li said disapprovingly: "Miss Zhong, you hit your head, so you should stay in the hospital for observation for a while. And the young marshal hasn't woken up yet..."
"When the young marshal wakes up, please tell him."
Zhong Lingyu was very confused.
Maybe the hospital is too quiet and quiet.
Or maybe it was the invisible pressure Shen Huaizhou brought to her.
It made her not want to stay in the hospital anymore.
Seeing that Zhong Lingyu was stubborn, Adjutant Li had no other choice but to help Zhong Lingyu get discharged from the hospital.
After returning home, Zhong Lingyu fell into a deep sleep all afternoon.
In the evening, she ate a few bites of food and went back to her room.
She thought of Wen Qingyu and Shen Huaizhou's ravings, and her heart was in a mess.
He simply buried himself on the table, reading and practicing calligraphy.
Practicing calligraphy is the most calming and can make Zhong Lingyu forget his worries.
On the white paper, the small characters are neat and neat, and the strokes are connected smoothly.
Zhong Lingyu twisted his sore neck.
Just as he was about to put down his pen, strong arms suddenly wrapped around his waist.
Zhong Lingyu was startled.
She turned her head and asked, "Shen Huaizhou?"
"Practicing calligraphy?" Shen Huaizhou picked up a piece of paper full of words.
After observing it carefully for a moment, he said: "Ling Yu's handwriting is beautiful."
However, this glyph looks a bit familiar.
But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Zhong Lingyu's heart stopped and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I want to sleep with you. The hospital is too deserted." Shen Huaizhou hugged her and lay on the bed.
He held her soft waist, put his nose on the back of her neck, and rubbed her intimately.
Zhong Lingyu didn't struggle, but silently turned off the light.
When Shen Huaizhou kissed her, she didn't react at all and let him do whatever he wanted.
"Unhappy?" Shen Huaizhou paused and hugged her tightly.
Zhong Lingyu was stunned and subconsciously denied, "No!"
"No?" Shen Huaizhou chuckled, "If I were like this usually, you would have scolded me a long time ago. Why didn't you scold me this time?"
Zhong Lingyu slipped into the quilt and said in a low voice: "Are you a masochist? Are you happy only when you are scolded?"
"Well, you scold me, I'm happy!" Shen Huaizhou kissed her lips.
Zhong Lingyu hid for a moment, "Stop making trouble, your wound hasn't healed yet, you left the hospital without permission, and you even climbed out of the window..."
Shen Huaizhou raised his head and stared at her face, "Are you worried about me?"
"No." Zhong Lingyu denied, "I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about myself. I'm afraid of being caught."
"Bad thing, not a day goes by that you don't make me angry."
Shen Huaizhou hugged her tightly and complained softly in her ear.
Zhong Lingyu blinked, did not respond, and slowly fell asleep.
She is a petite ball, soft and sweet.
Nestled in her arms, like a snoozing kitten.
Shen Huaizhou pecked her lips gently and hugged her to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Zhong Lingyu was woken up by the heat.
She was wrapped tightly in a thick quilt, and the heat was burning behind her.
Turning on the bedside lamp, the yellowish light fell on Shen Huaizhou's face.
His face had a somewhat abnormal blush.
Zhong Lingyu touched it, feeling helpless.
He tormented himself again and got a fever.
She had no choice but to put on her clothes and get up at night, bring hot water, and wipe his body to cool him down.
Shen Huaizhou, who has a fever, is very good at rubbing her.
He was dishonest and rubbed himself against her.
He asked her to kiss him childishly, as if he was drunk.
Otherwise he refuses to take medicine.
"Lingyu, kiss me, okay? I want you to take the initiative for once..."
"Just like when I kissed you and you touched me, I felt so hot that I felt uncomfortable..."
"Feed me medicine, Lingyu..."
Zhong Lingyu was so worn out that he lost his temper.
She was extra patient to avoid making any noise at night.
There was a hint of softness in his eyes that he had never noticed.
Shen Huaizhou's face came close to her lips, "Lingyu..."
He is really annoying and difficult to deal with.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhong Lingyu lowered her head and kissed him.
He took her lips in his mouth and played with her for a while.
After that, he was extremely obedient to whatever she asked him to do.
Zhong Lingyu chuckled lightly.
I got a fever, as if I was a different person.
After struggling for a long time and confirming that his fever was slowly going down, Zhong Lingyu lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
He stumbled over to her and hugged her tightly.
Zhong Lingyu turned around and looked at him for a long time.
She subconsciously touched her heart, which was beating hard for no reason.
Makes her feel uneasy.
After thinking about it, Zhong Lingyu got out of Shen Huaizhou's arms and turned to sleep on the sofa.
She thought it must be because Shen Huaizhou's body temperature was too high, causing him to feel hot and stuffy, which was why her heart was beating so hard.
Sure enough, when she was sleeping on the sofa, she didn't feel flustered at all.
Shen Huaizhou is a grinder!
