In the ward, the atmosphere was cheerful.
Kalia chatted with Wen Xinning in the ward, saying a few words to Fu Sichen from time to time.
But after all, I was getting older, and I had suffered such a serious injury before. I didn’t stay for too long, but I felt that my body couldn’t bear it anymore and I had to go back first.
Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Fu Sichen: "I remind you again, you must take good care of Xin Ning and don't let her get tired again!"
"I know even if you don't tell me."
Fu Sichen replied, and then said: "It's getting late, I'll ask Vincent to take you back."
"OK."
Kalia did not refuse and left quickly.
There were two people left in the ward.
After Wen Xinning yawned, Fu Sichen said to her, "If you feel uncomfortable, lie down and rest while I take care of some business."
"good."
Wen Xinning nodded and lay down on the bed.
But she didn't know if it was because she had been sleeping for too long during the day, so she couldn't sleep at the moment.
I was bored, so I just asked for pen and paper, and sat on the bedside to draw.
Seeing that her face had returned to normal, Fu Sichen did not interfere with her freedom.
She was still painting Fu Sichen. When he was working hard, he exuded an indescribable charm.
However, this time there was a little boy and a little girl next to him.
Wen Xinning didn't know whether the little one in her belly was a boy or a girl, so she drew them all.
Two cute little people, one on the left and one on the right, holding Fu Sichen's hand, the scene is particularly warm.
After finishing the painting, Wen Xinning looked at her work and felt very satisfied.
After finishing a painting, Wen Xinning also felt tired and fell asleep unconsciously.
By the time Fu Sichen noticed it, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
"You're so stupid. You can't even cover yourself with a quilt when sleeping."
He whispered something, then got up and went to cover her with a quilt.
After getting closer, I naturally saw the painting painted by Wen Xinning.
The picture was very warm. Fu Sichen looked at it for a while, but still felt unsatisfied. Finally, he took the paper and pen over and traced something on it.
A few minutes later, a woman appeared on the screen.
Judging from the charm, that person is Wen Xinning...
After finishing the painting, Fu Sichen finally felt that it was pleasing to the eye, so he put the things back again.
However, such movement woke Wen Xinning up.
She opened her hazy eyes and sat up from the bed.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Sichen asked in a low voice.
Wen Xinning said: "I haven't washed up yet, so I don't sleep very well."
Fu Sichen asked: "Do I need to accompany you?"
Wen Xinning blushed a little, shook her head quickly and refused: "No, no need, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I can do it myself."
Fu Sichen didn't force it, and helped bring in the pajamas and toiletries prepared for her.
But Wen Xinning still overestimated herself.
Although she didn't feel uncomfortable, the bathroom floor was too slippery.
After washing, she started to put on clothes, and almost fell. Fortunately, she held on to the sink in panic, but she still twisted her foot.
Things inside were knocked over, and the pinging and pinging sounds made Fu Sichen's heart arouse. He rushed in without thinking, "What happened?"
He looked worried, Wen Xinning exclaimed, and hurriedly pulled off her clothes.
"I, I was just not careful, the floor was too slippery..."
Wen Xinning's face was red and her ears were red. She was only half-dressed, and the spring light she exposed suddenly rose to a layer of pink.
Fu Sichen's eyes darkened, he walked towards her, held her steady and asked, "Are you injured anywhere?"
As he asked, he took over her clothes and helped her put them on, buttoning them one by one.
Although the buttoning process was normal, his slightly cold fingertips would inevitably touch her skin.
Wen Xinning felt her face turn redder and whispered, "She's fine, but her foot seems to be twisted."
Fu Sichen heard her voice as soft as a mosquito moan and the redness from her neck to her ears, and found it funny and interesting.
He found that this little spy was really shy, and the way he blushed every time was quite attractive.
But Fu Sichen didn't do anything. He just took her out and put her on the sofa. Then he brought the medicine box and helped her apply the medicine himself.
"I'll rub it for you. It'll hurt a little, so bear with it."
He said, already lifting up her trousers.
"No, no, I can do it myself."
Wen Xinning shyly tried to stop him, but failed.
The injured foot was still grabbed by the man and placed on his lap.
"do not move!"
Fu Sichen gave a low scolding.
Wen Xinning was so drunk that she didn't dare to move.
Not long after, his hand fell on her delicate ankle, which was already starting to turn red.
Fu Sichen controlled his strength and helped her rub it...
Wen Xinning was obedient and allowed Fu Sichen to rub her for about ten minutes.
There was a gentleness in his movements that was inconsistent with his temperament.
Wen Xinning couldn't help but stare at him. This feeling was like a dream.
Until Fu Sichen asked her: "Do you feel better now?"
Wen Xinning came back to her senses, nodded with a slight blush, and said, "It's much better."
"Um."
Fu Sichen let go and packed his things, while not forgetting to scold her: "Don't be so rash in the future. How old are you? What if I didn't hear anything just now?"
Having said that, his tone was not harsh at all, and he carried her to the bed, "Okay, you have a good rest."
After saying that, he turned around and went to the bathroom to help her pack away the clothes inside.
Wen Xinning was lying on the bed, listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, and felt extremely happy at this moment.
She covered herself with a quilt and was about to go to bed when, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the notebook she had drawn in not long ago.
Unexpectedly, I found that there was an extra person in the painting I finished.
Wen Xinning took the painting over and looked at it, and found that the extra one on it looked like her.
Was it...did he draw it?
Wen Xinning's heart was overflowing with sweetness, and countless joys were surging.
It turns out that he already has his place in the family he envisioned?
She couldn't describe her happiness at this moment. She could only hold the painting in her heart like a rare treasure.
When Fu Sichen came back, he happened to see her smiling face.
Wen Xinning turned around, took the painting book and asked him, "Master Fu, can you give me this painting?"
Only then did Fu Sichen realize where her joy came from.
His eyes flashed slightly, and Fu Sichen said: "Isn't this originally yours?"
The implication is that I agree!
The smile on Wen Xinning's lips could not be suppressed at all.
Now she was not sleepy at all. She hugged the painting and couldn't help but look at it again and again. It looked a bit silly to Fu Sichen.
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside.
It was Vincent who came over and gave them both midnight snacks.
"Put it on the table."
Fu Sichen said to him.
Vincent nodded, put down his midnight snack and left.
Fu Sichen called Wen Xinning, "If you don't want to sleep, have some midnight snack first and go to bed later."
He remembered that she didn't eat much tonight, so he asked Vincent to prepare a midnight snack.
