Fu Jingchuan also did it for me when I was wearing pants.
It's just a metal buckle to help tie it.
After the previous experience, Shiyang's psychological endurance was better this time, and he didn't feel so ashamed and angry, but he was still embarrassed.
When she returned to the ward, she didn't even have the courage to look at Fu Jingchuan. She muttered "I'm going to sleep first" and got into bed, burying herself in the bed like an ostrich.
Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything, just said a faint "hmm", raised his head and glanced at the infusion bottle she was still hanging, then sat down on the wooden chair and took his mobile phone to deal with work emails.
The room was quiet, but Shiyang didn't feel sleepy after the overwhelming embarrassment. He couldn't help but look up at Fu Jingchuan.
He was sitting calmly on a wooden chair, holding a mobile phone in his right hand, his thumb sliding on the mobile phone screen from time to time, his dark eyes staring at the mobile phone screen, his handsome face serious and focused.
Obviously busy at work.
Shiyang didn't make a sound to disturb him, just squinted a little, and took a nap without thinking about squinting.
But after all, I was still thinking about the infusion, so I didn't sleep deeply. I woke up with a startle at about the same time, and instinctively glanced at the infusion bottle.
Fu Jingchuan just turned to look at the intravenous drip bottle. Their eyes met. Shi Yang was still a little embarrassed. Before he could figure out how to resolve this embarrassment, Fu Jingchuan stood up and walked towards the intravenous drip bottle where the potion had bottomed out. He stretched out his hand to press the button. Call bell.
The nurse came over quickly, opened the intravenous drip, pulled out the needle, and pressed the cotton swab neatly against the needle.
"Compressions for five minutes."
The nurse ordered.
Just when Shi Yang was about to free up his right hand to press it, Fu Jingchuan's long finger had already pressed down on the cotton swab.
"Thanks."
The nurse closed the door and left.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Probably because of what happened earlier, there was still a touch of embarrassment in the air.
Shiyang coughed lightly, and when she was thinking about how to break this embarrassment, Fu Jingchuan looked at her: "Are you still dizzy?"
Shi Yang shook his head: "It's okay."
She looked at the cell phone he had put aside again and asked, "Are you still busy working so late at night?"
Fu Jingchuan: "No, just playing with my phone."
Shiyang: "..."
She held her lips in embarrassment: "You still have time to play with your phone."
She always felt that the words "playing with mobile phones" did not go well with Fu Jingchuan. She guessed that he still didn't want her to have any psychological burden, so he changed his busy work to playing with his mobile phone.
"I just look around when I'm bored." Fu Jingchuan said, then looked at her, "Do you feel any other discomfort?"
Shiyang shook his head: "No, it's much better after the transfusion."
Fu Jingchuan nodded and said no more. His eyes turned to the cotton swab in his hand and did not move away.
Shiyang remembered the question she asked him when he first appeared earlier: "Why are you here again?"
"I just happened to be having dinner with a friend nearby, so I dropped by." Fu Jingchuan said in a very soft voice. He didn't look at her. He just tried to remove the cotton swab pressing the needle port, and looked at the needle port to see that there was no blood at the needle port. Then he threw the cotton swab into the trash can, then looked at his watch and looked at her, "It's getting late, let's go to bed first."
Shiyang nodded and glanced hesitantly at the ward. Apart from a wooden chair, there was no extra bed for him to rest.
"Then..." She hesitated, "Do you want to go back and rest first? I'm fine."
"Don't worry about me, sleep with you." Fu Jingchuan said, turned around and turned off the light.
The room suddenly fell into darkness.
In the light coming from the window, Shiyang saw Fu Jingchuan sitting down on the wooden chair, resting his elbow on the table and leaning his forehead on one hand, looking like he was going to spend the night like this.
Shiyang said there was nothing he could do to sleep peacefully like this.
But no one can persuade him to go back.
She glanced at the hospital bed which still had some space left, hesitated for a long time, and finally said hesitantly: "Well... why don't you go to the bed and lie down. You can't rest even if you sit like this."
Fu Jingchuan turned his head and glanced at her. The depth in his black eyes reminded him of the embarrassment of going to the toilet earlier.
She held her lips in embarrassment: "Or, why don't you go and get a room in a hotel outside for one night? I'll call you if anything happens."
"No."
Fu Jingchuan had already stood up, walked to the hospital bed, opened the bed, undressed and lay down beside her.
The already narrow hospital bed suddenly became crowded.
The two bodies were forced to touch each other.
Fu Jingchuan's familiar body temperature came through his clothes.
Shiyang moved his body slightly to the side, lying upright and not daring to move.
Fu Jingchuan lifted the quilt and covered her body. After a faint "Sleep", Fu Jingchuan lay down and closed his eyes.
After a while, even and long breathing slowly came from the top of the head, and it seemed that he fell asleep.
Shiyang didn't dare to turn her head to look or move around. She lay stiffly on the hospital bed and didn't dare to move. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but Fu Jingchuan's presence was too strong in the bodies that were forced to touch each other. Whether it was his breath or the temperature of his body, they reminded her of his existence all the time, especially in the dead of night and under the dark lights, some memories related to the body were also brought up.
Shiyang didn't know whether it was because there were more people on the bed or because the air conditioner in the room wasn't turned on high enough. She felt hot and dry as she lay down. She didn't dare to move even if she wanted to. It was too hot to sleep, so she couldn't help but secretly turn it on. The quilt moved my body again, but it was still hot, so I unconsciously moved it out, and the quilt on my feet was also quietly kicked away.
The kick is still not enough.
She couldn't help but move slightly out, and suddenly a hand fell from her waist.
"If you move any further, you'll fall."
"..." Shiyang turned to look at Fu Jingchuan in panic.
Fu Jingchuan had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her with deep black eyes.
"I..." Shiyang's voice weakened unconsciously, "It's a little hot..."
Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the quilt that she had unconsciously pushed to her chest, then moved to her eyes that were slightly widened due to embarrassment, but said nothing.
The air was filled with a slowly rising heat because of his silence and the concentration in his dark eyes.
In the gaze of each other, Shiyang recalled countless scenes of the two people entangled passionately in the dark night.
She saw the ink color in Fu Jingchuan's black eyes becoming richer and deeper little by little.
"I'm going to the toilet..."
Shiyang tried to block the panic caused by the locked eyes. She lifted the quilt and was about to get up. The hand hooked around her waist tightened suddenly. Fu Jingchuan had turned over and pressed down on her. The other palm slid into her along the side of her ear. When he was in love, he lowered his head and kissed her.
