Time and you are my fault

Sensing the slight touch on the top of her head, Chu Yi slowly opened her eyes, and one glance fell into the dark eyes of the man.

She sat up straight suddenly, and wanted to ring the bedside calling bell to call the doctor to come in for an examination, but he stopped him by gently pulling his arm.

"It's okay, it's not a fatal injury." His voice was hoarse and his lips were chapped.

When he spoke, he touched his lips and spilled a few bloodstains.

Chu Yi didn't know what he was talking about, but she could see the blood on his lips. She immediately picked up the water glass, put the straw in it, and handed it to him.

He took two sips of her hand, then looked at her tired face, "Why don't you go to rest."

Chuy pursed her lips, her eyes dodged, and she clutched the cup in a daze.

Until now, Zong Yanzu finally noticed her abnormality, and he frowned, "Yiyi? Why don't you speak?"

She took out her mobile phone and hurriedly typed a line on the screen.

[The ear is shaken, you can't hear or make a sound, but it's all temporary, don't worry. 】

A series of characters jumped into his eyes, and the man panicked and climbed off the bed, grabbing her wrist and walking out.

Chu Yi was worried, but couldn't make a sound, and could only pat his intact arm vigorously.

With red eyes, she saw that the wound on his arm was torn open, and blood stained the gauze.

She was angry and anxious, and tears fell on the back of his hand, burning him with pain.

He paused, and when the rotor turned around, he saw her red eyes from crying.

With a severe pain in his heart, he took the phone and typed a line.

[Go to the doctor. 】

Chuy snatched the phone angrily.

【seen it already!Go back to bed and lie on your stomach! 】

He lowered his arrogance and let her lead him back to the bed.

Chewie sat in the chair by the bed, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel.

Finally couldn't bear it, and wrote a line.

[Do you feel pain? 】

At that moment, Zong Yanzu felt a sore pain, spreading from his toes to the top of his head.

It seems that no one has asked him this question since he was a child.

Does it hurt?

He is an ordinary person, he hurts when he is injured, and he hurts when he is sad.

I can think of the suffering she suffered last night, and see that she can only use her mobile phone to communicate with herself now.

He felt that the pain in the past was nothing, he could resist any physical torture, but he couldn't see her suffer any grievances.

How can it not hurt?
Last night, the scene of her confessing her funeral as if death was at home is vivid in his memory. At that time, he was about to be afraid of death.

After being kidnapped, no matter how vicious gangsters tortured him, he never cried out in pain. At that time, he was not even afraid of death.

But last night, he was really afraid that something would happen to Chu Yi.

He looked at her red eyes like rabbits, with a slight smile on his lips, and shook his head as if comforting.

Chu Yi knew clearly that he was lying to her.

With so many wounds on his body and so much blood, how could he not be in pain?

He gently hugged her into his arms, even though she couldn't hear him, he still said to himself.

"Yiyi, as long as you're okay, it doesn't matter how many injuries I get."

At that time, the golden morning sun poured in from the window and fell on the overlapping figures of the two. That layer of warm light closely connected the two of them.

as one.

It cannot be divided by anyone.

The Zong family invited a nurse, but Chu Yi refused.

She personally took care of Zong Yanqi's daily life.

At 05:30 in the evening, Cheng Xiangyi came over to deliver the meal in person.

Chu Yi spread the food box on the table, took a bite of food with chopsticks, took a bite of rice, and then took a spoonful of soup, sent it to her mouth, and handed it to him.

While eating, the man looked at her with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

Chu Yi blushed a little at the sight of him, and poked him lightly with her finger, signaling not to look, mom is still there.

Cheng Xiangyi couldn't bear to see his son's face, so he helped his forehead helplessly.

Take out your phone and send a message to Chuy.

【Yiyi, call the nurse to take care of her at night, you go home with mom. 】

Seeing the message, Chu Yi decisively shook her head and refused.

She pointed to the sofa where Cheng Xiangyi was sitting, indicating that she could sleep here.

Cheng Xiangyi's face was full of rejection, but he couldn't help but the little girl's stubborn pleading.

She tugged Cheng Xiangyi's arm and shook it slightly, her big eyes blinking slightly.

Okay, she's a mother who has softened her heart.

An hour after Cheng Xiangyi left, Mrs. Zhou brought the soft bedding from the manor and helped Chu Yi spread it on the sofa.

Although it's just a sofa, it's very spacious. Chu Yi is slender, and the 1.8-meter sofa is enough to accommodate her.

Now, Zong Yanqi has many wounds on his body and cannot take a bath.

He said that he could take it for two days, but Chu Yi insisted on wiping his body. She knew that the blood stained on his body last night hadn't been cleaned up, and it must be sticky and uncomfortable.

He couldn't help teasing her.

[If you want to see your husband's body, just say so, I'll let you see as much as you want in the future. 】

Chu Yi hit him with a wet towel, and felt more and more that this man was shameless, but it made her happy and moved again and again.

She leaned over and unbuttoned his hospital gown.

The chest with well-defined texture reveals an infinite sense of security.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a red mark under his collarbone.

Her heart beat hard.

He looked away in a panic and told himself not to look.

Don't even think about it.

That way...you can act like nothing happened.

What Zong Yanzu didn't know was that there was a dark hickey below his collarbone.

It was in stark contrast to his skin.

Chu Yi restrained the emotions that were about to burst out from the bottom of her heart, and forced herself to calm down.

Her eyes were clear at the moment, and she wiped his body for him without distraction. When the towel was put into the water again, a faint blush appeared in the basin.

Chuy's fingers paused, and a sore pain appeared in the tip of her heart.

She gritted her teeth, let him lie on his side, and wiped his back.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, pressed her hand, and shook his head.

Even if he didn't see the injury on his back, he still guessed about it.

When the explosion occurred, the impact of the heat wave and debris all hit his back, and even one could imagine how horrific the wound would be.

Baobuqi, she would cry again when she saw it, and he couldn't bear to see her cry.

But Chu Yi strongly insisted, holding a towel and standing beside her with her sleeves rolled up.

Her eyes are too firm and pure.

He slowly slackened his refusal, and finally turned his body halfway under her gaze.

At the same time, he handed her the phone.

[Look and look, don't cry. 】

Chu Yi pouted, so she wouldn't cry.

She squatted beside the bed and took off his hospital gown.

After seeing the scars on his back clearly, her heart throbbed violently.

The originally smooth back was now covered with large and small interlaced blood-stained scars.

In the middle of the small scars, there is a palm-length cut. The wound seems to be very deep and has been sutured.

She could even imagine the blood and flesh flying from the wound at that time.

Chu Yi's hands froze there, and she didn't dare to make a move at all.

She didn't know where to wipe, or where to let her wipe.

Slightly cool fingertips, lightly touch his back, sliding on his intact skin.

Zong Yanzu held his breath, his back was as stiff as wood.

Feeling his change, her eyes filled with tears.

It must be very painful.

Her tears were pattering down.

These injuries were for her.

But at this moment, it hurts in her heart.

But at this moment, Zong Yanzhu was in pain and happiness.

The wound was indeed painful, but after being touched by her like this, sparks seemed to ignite on his back, spreading along his body to his lower abdomen.

A scorching heat erupted from his body, he shouldn't be distracted at this moment, but her fingertips were too gentle, and the sparks they brought up were too violent.

He let out a long breath, soothing his impetuous heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a sob.

Turning around slowly, he saw his little wife, crying like a tearful person.

Wronged and squatted there, pursing her lips, as if the injury was on her body.

Crystal tears fell down one by one.

Smashed into the ground, into his heart.

He sighed helplessly, got up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed with his long legs on the ground, and bent down to look at her.

Wiping away the teardrops hanging on her face with long fingers, she smiled softly, "Who promised me not to cry just now."

Chuy stared at his lips and guessed the meaning of this sentence.

She wiped her tears and looked at him very distressed.

With his bare upper body and gauze wrapped around his right arm, he was facing her right now, and the scars behind him could not be seen at all.

But the scene just now is still lingering.

He rubbed the top of her hair, his movements and tone revealed his pampering, "It doesn't hurt."

Chu Yi moved her lips and said it was a lie.

She wondered if she had made a sound, if he had heard it.

All I could see was the man holding her chin, slowly leaning down, and biting her lips.

The dry, hot, and medicinal kiss slowly filled her mouth.

During the entanglement, he went deeper and deeper, trying his best to drive away her anxiety.

Tears sneaked in between the two of them.

His lips parted in two, swallowing all those tears.

Their foreheads were pressed against their foreheads, and their breaths were hot and long.

"Yiyi, I really don't hurt." He whispered softly.

Knowing that she couldn't hear, but still repeating it over and over again.