Dyed

After Ming Chengyou cleaned up, he searched around but did not see Fu Ran.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. He walked to the door and saw Fu Ran washing his face with warm water in one hand.

Water stains flowed into the cuffs along the arms, and half of the sleeves were soaked.

Ming Chengyou squeezed to Fu Ran's side, "What are you doing?"

"It's so dirty, my face is all greasy." Fu Ran closed her eyes, and when she looked up, Ming Chengyou realized that her chest was also wet.

"What are you struggling with as a sick patient?" Ming Chengyou patted her hand away, "I'll wash it for you."

"Need not."

Fu Ranke still remembered that he had only washed the dishes with his hands.

"I washed it with hand sanitizer." Ming Chengyou turned on the tap, Fu Ran shook his head stubbornly, and closed his eyes to reach for the towel.

Ming Chengyou simply touched her cheeks with both hands, "Yes, I feel clean myself."

"Ming Chengyou."

"What are you shouting about, let's wash it again." Ming Chengyou grabbed Fu Ran's arm and pulled her back to the sink, and gently pressed the back of her neck with the other hand, "Low down."

Fu Ran held his breath as he stroked her face with his palm soaked in warm water.

Ming Chengyou's movements were unexpectedly gentle. He pushed Fu Ran's hair back, took a towel and wiped off the water stains on her face one by one.

She opened her eyes, reached out to take the towel and walked out. It was not too late at this time. Fu Ran stood in front of the window in the ward and looked out. The snow accumulated in the window was as high as a finger.

After not seeing Ming Chengyou for a long time, Fu Ran opened the curtains and heard the sound of footsteps, but saw that he seemed to have taken a bath and put on the newly bought pajamas.

Her complexion changed slightly, and her small face was almost twisted into a ball, "I don't need an IV at night, you can go back."

"It's as comfortable as a hotel here. I won't leave. Besides, it's still snowing outside. Are you responsible for the accident?" Ming Chengyou shook his head, and the water splashed on Fu Ran's face.

He stood in front of the window, the snowflakes were still falling, covering up the original noise and prosperity of the city, and restoring everything to its true colors.

"Then you can open another room."

"Heh," Ming Chengyou said with a barely audible smile, "It's really like a hotel. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you as a patient. Besides, there is more than one bed here."

Ming Chengyou pointed at the door, "There is still Zhang in the lounge outside."

Hearing this, Fu Ran had no choice but to give up, even if he tried to argue with him, he would not be able to get anything good.

After hanging in the water, the pain in the arm was no longer obvious.

Fu Ran was sitting on the sofa watching TV, Ming Chengyou took the remote control to adjust the channel, Fu Ran reached out and took it back, and adjusted it a few times, it happened to be broadcasting Lee Jun-ki's new movie "A Niang's Missionary Biography" after he retired from the army.

Ming Chengyou took a look, "What does the title mean?"

Fu Ran didn't bother to explain to him, "You don't like watching Korean dramas."

Ming Chengyou took the fruit knife, found an apple and began to peel it, "Watching serial dramas is the most annoying, let's tune the channel."

Fu Ran crossed her knees and put the remote control behind her waist, "I am a patient."

He obediently stopped talking, and only dealt with the apple in his hand very seriously.

Fu Ran took a sneak peek. Romance novels always describe a handsome male protagonist who peels off the apple peel completely for the sake of beauty, and can say affectionately to the female protagonist, "My dear, this is like our love. Will be forever."

But who can tell her whether Ming Chengyou is peeling the apple or peeling the core?

He looked serious with his head down, Fu Ran looked at the disfigured Red Fuji trampled by him, the sympathy in his eyes collided with Ming Chengyou's suddenly raised eyes.

Seeing him let go of the fruit knife in his hand, Fu Ran raised his right hand, "Here."

It's not an exaggeration, and it's not that she wants to compromise his standards, but there is really an apple core left.

Ok.

Fu Ran took it, "Thank you."

It happened that she had a full stomach and could serve as fruit after meals.

Fu Ran watched TV for a while, and seeing the time passing by, she left Ming Chengyou aside and went back to the bed. Apart from the deep voice of the male host of Animal World after the channel was tuned, there was almost no other movement in the room.

Fu Ran rolled up the quilt tightly and closed her eyes.

It is said that Xueluo is silent, but in fact, as long as you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of snow falling.

Although there was heating in the room, Fu Ran could still feel her body tremble when Ming Chengyou lifted the quilt and squeezed in. She opened her eyes sensitively and said sharply, "What are you doing?"

Ming Chengyou reached out and hugged her tightly, "It's cold outside, but it's better to be under the blanket."

"There are beds in the lounge."

"But no one warmed my bed."

When Fu Ran heard this, she straightened up angrily, picked up the pillow with her right hand and beat him, "Do you regard me as someone who warms your bed?"

Ming Chengyou reached out to block it, "I was wrong."

He snatched the pillow that Fu Ran was holding, "Your hand is still injured, don't mess around."

"Go down."

"I won't touch you."

Fu Ran raised his leg, Ming Chengyou was caught off guard and almost fell off the bed, Fu Ran stretched out his uninjured hand and pushed him, "Get down!"

This was the first time he was kicked off the bed by a woman.

Ming Chengyou had no choice but to go back to the sofa and continue watching TV.

Fu Ran no longer believed in him, she stared at the ceiling with her eyelids getting heavier and heavier,

Seeing that he was honest, he couldn't resist the drowsiness in the end.

In the second half of the night, she vaguely heard that the snow was still falling, but her ears were much clearer, and the sound of the TV was gone. She fell into a fuzzy sleep and guessed that Ming Chengyou had also gone to sleep.

Fu Ran was careful about her arm injury in her sleep. She turned over and felt a scorching breath on her neck.

She opened her eyes alertly, even though the ward was pitch black, she could still feel someone lying beside her.

Fu Ran's heart was on fire, and Fu Ran stretched out his hand to touch Ming Chengyou's shoulder. He lay still and didn't move, blaming himself for sleeping so hard that someone took advantage of him. Fu Ran raised his voice and called out to him, "Ming Chengyou! "

He was breathing steadily and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Pushing but not moving, Fu Ran moved her body to the side of the bed,

Everything was silent, she shrank her legs and leaned against the edge of the bed as much as possible.

The two slept in the same quilt, and the gap between them made the heating inside the quilt run out. She turned her back before closing her eyes, and an arm suddenly hit her from the waist.

Ming Chengyou hooked her with a little force and brought Fu Ran into his arms, his strong chest pressed against her stiff back.

Fu Ran was furious and wanted to struggle. Ming Chengyou held her arms tightly with both hands, and his breath blew past Fu Ran's ears, "Don't move around. When the time comes, you will be skinned and boned. Don't blame me for stuffing it in your stomach."

"It's disgusting."

Ming Chengyou smiled lightly, "Fu Ran, what I asked you to think about during dinner, I mean the truth, let's date."