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She slowly raised her hands to hold Ji Tingqiu's cheeks and asked,

"What's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?"

Cong Rong had never seen this kind of reluctance to leave in his eyes. His beautiful almond eyes widened, and the man's face that seemed to be worried was reflected in the pupils.

In the past, his eyes had always been firm and unyielding.

Even though she cried and accused him of being domineering and disrespectful, she never really saw him soften.

In the past, Ji Tingqiu could only say,

"Cong Rong, don't even think about divorce, don't think about leaving me, don't even think about disappearing from my eyes!"

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Tingqiu shook his head and stood up from her.

"No, I feel bad to see you injured. Does your leg still hurt? Are you hungry? Xiaoyu will buy some porridge later and I will feed you."

Afraid of being spied on by Cong Rong, he looked around with evasive eyes.

When he saw the thermos bottle on the cabinet, he subconsciously walked up and picked it up, "I'll get you some hot water to drink."

Cong Rong nodded, "Okay, thank you."

The moment Ji Tingqiu walked out of the ward, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the woman on the hospital bed again through the small window above the door. Cong Rong's legs were wrapped in thick bandages, and her whole face was sallow.

Six years ago, she had gone through so much pain and she was still like a white rose that was tenacious and unyielding, carrying thorns and pricking people.

Now she is like a withered rose on the hospital bed, with no thorns and no vitality.

The empty thermos bottle in my hand is heavy at the moment.

Ji Tingqiu knew that he had broken the best gift his mother had left him with his own hands.

"Wait until she is discharged from the hospital." He made up his mind.

He thought that Cong Rong would dance with joy when he heard that he could be free.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could no longer express any expression.

My heart felt so bitter that it ached.

When Ji Tingqiu returned to the ward with a pot of water, Cong Rong first saw a red burn on the back of his right hand.

"Are you burned? Go to the bathroom and rinse it with cold water. Blisters will form in a while." She tensed up in distress.

"Ah."

Ji Tingqiu responded softly, as if it was someone else who was being burned instead of him.

The sound of running water in the bathroom reached Cong Rong's ears intermittently. She clutched the quilt with her hands, feeling extremely guilty.

"Maybe what I said in the office two days ago hurt him too much."

Obviously the two of them swore in front of Aunt Yue's tombstone and agreed to stay with each other forever.

Ji Tingqiu never broke her promise, she never kept it.

She actually regretted it a bit,

When Chen Ming almost pushed her into a deep hole and almost stabbed her throat with a file, she was filled with regret.

I regretted how little time I spent with him.

After a moment of contemplation, Ji Tingqiu returned to the bedside. He was looking down at her to check her injuries.

Cong Rong didn't know where he got the courage to suddenly hook his neck and put her lips on his lips.

Ji Tingqiu was stunned by the sudden warm touch.

The next second, when he realized what happened, a crazy impulse flashed in his eyes.

He clasped Cong Rong's neck with one hand and responded deeply to her jerky kiss, wanting to devour her completely and swallow her into his belly.

Cong Rong changed from active to passive.

Through the thin hospital gown, the big hands on her waist had become extremely hot.

Her cheeks were also burning, and she had nowhere to hide.

Ji Tingqiu gradually tightened the strength in his hands and rubbed Cong Rong's thin back over and over again.

He tried his best to suppress the primitive desire in his heart.

As the saying goes, if you can't get something, get it back where you can get it.

After more than ten minutes, Ji Tingqiu finally let go of the soft and boneless Keren'er in his arms.

Cong Rong's lips were so red that they seemed to be bleeding, while her skin became increasingly pale.

She looked up with hazy eyes, and when she saw Ji Tingqiu's eyes lingering on a certain spot, she exclaimed.

"ah!"

Cong Rong blushed and hurriedly tied the buttons on her chest.

The green-white fingertips kept bumping against her chest like a confused deer, but she couldn't tie it for some reason.

Tsk~ Ji Tingqiu was amused by her, "I'll do it."

As he spoke, he held her hands on both sides, and his thick calloused fingertips flexibly pushed and clasped.

After tying it up, he curled up his knuckles and tapped Cong Rong's forehead gently, "Fool!"

Cong Rong was so ashamed that she lowered her head and did not dare to look at those eyes that could see through her.

After a long time, she recalled what she wanted to ask,

She found the man's burned right hand, picked it up and examined it carefully, and said,

"Tingqiu, are you still blaming yourself? You don't need to feel guilty. You saved me, and now this result is the best."

Ji Tingqiu's lips moved slightly, wanting to ask her personally,

"Cong Rong, do you still want to leave me?"

But think about it, asking this question will only make her embarrassed.

He didn't want to embarrass him again.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he just looked at her longingly in front of him. Seeing her nervous and distressed look for him, he felt very satisfied.

Cong Rong's slender fingers reflected in Ji Tingqiu's eyes,

He recalled,

Cong Rong was once a very good floral designer, and she gained Mr. Fairman's special appreciation for her. She should have shined on her own stage.

But because of my own selfishness,

He personally turned down the global tour invitation proposed by Mr. Fellman, imprisoned her, tied her up,

Finally, in his hands, Cong Rong's wings were broken and scarred.

Thinking of the past, Ji Tingqiu had a plan in mind.

This time, he wants to hold up the Cong Rong he was back then.

"Cong Rong, I love you."

Ji Tingqiu pulled her into his arms without hesitation, regaining his tender pink lips.

A few seconds later, Cong Rong closed her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders to welcome his domineering exploration.

As the affection continued, the man's big hand began to move downwards,

Passing over the mountains, teasing and twisting, passing through the plains, gently caressing, and finally arriving outside the pass.

"Tingqiu... don't... this is a hospital."

Cong Rong was shocked to realize what he was going to do and hurriedly held his wrist to stop him. "

Unexpectedly, Ji Tingqiu took her hand back and put it on his shoulder, burying his head in her slender swan neck. The faint scent of bitter orange blossom stimulated every tense nerve in his body.

"Be good, let me gently... use my fingers, okay?"

The hot breath blew against Cong Rong's ears, and the man's smoky hoarse voice entered her ears.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she felt like an electric current had passed through her body, and she had no strength to refuse.

Ji Tingqiu took her silence as his acquiescence, and his fingertips were wrapped tightly around her in an instant.

"Hmm~"

Cong Rong unconsciously grasped his short hair and moaned softly.

Ji Tingqiu knew every one of her sensitivities, so he deliberately teased her to go crazy and tremble.

Then he sealed her lips forcefully, swallowing her screams, moans, and sobs.

Half an hour later, Ji Tingqiu took out his hand and picked up a wet wipe to wipe it.

He deliberately adjusted his posture so that his hand was facing Cong Rong's line of sight.