Rarely fascinated

Fei Luo's eyelashes trembled a few times, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Zhihuan was lying on the edge of the hospital bed, sleeping peacefully with his arms under his head.

Fei Luo blinked his eyes, then raised his right hand that was still dangling from the water, and stroked his soft hair very carefully, like a treasure.

Fang Zhihuan could also feel Fei Luo's touch in his sleep. He was in a shallow sleep. He moved his fingers, then raised his stiff and numb neck, and his eyes shifted from the one on his head That hand traced all the way to Fei Luo's eyes. His expression changed from dull to surprise, and then to worry again. He looked at Fei Luo, "When did you wake up? Did you feel uncomfortable?"

Fei Luo shook his head, he was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously, "Does it still count if you promise me?"

Fang Zhihuan could clearly see the yearning and hope in Fei Luo's eyes, he couldn't bear to shatter any hope of Fei Luo, so he nodded.

Fei Luo closed his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth slowly and obviously curled up. It was a very pure smile without any taste, like a child who finally ate candy, so satisfied, So happy.

Fang Zhihuan suddenly remembered something, he looked at Fei Luo, "Can your eyes see?"

"En." Fero nodded, "It's not very clear yet, but...at least I can see you."

"The doctor said it's just a temporary strong stimulation of the optic nerve, and it won't affect future vision."

Fei Luo raised his hand to touch Fang Zhihuan's side face, and inserted his fingers into his hair, "If I'm really blind, do you still want me?"

Fang Zhihuan frowned when he heard the words, and then said, "Yes."

"I won't fail to see." Fei Luo said, "Even if I can't see others, I will see you." He grabbed Fang Zhihuan's hand and put it on his heart. He didn't speak for a long time. Fei Luo's voice It became a little hoarse, but there was an indescribable sexy, "You are in my heart."

Fang Zhihuan felt Fei Luo's strong and powerful heartbeat, and his worries for several days finally came to an end, followed by deep sleepiness and exhaustion.

Fei Luo's body trembled suddenly, his tone was full of worry, "How is your leg?"

"Surgery was done and a steel plate was applied." Fang Zhihuan's expression was very indifferent, as if he was telling a story about someone else, "The leg bone was broken."

Filo's heart was clenched, and his face became extremely ugly. Dean fought him not only once or twice, but usually it was just robbery or pure gunfire at most. Because of the relationship between the Italian police, they had a tacit understanding. None of them made a big fuss, and this was the first time for using a tool like a bomb, and Fero didn't expect him to do this at all.

It can't be blamed for Fei Luo's lack of preparation at all. After all, Fei Luo sent people there a week before knowing the delivery location, and things like bombs can't be used casually. Fei Luo plays the underworld. For so many years, I haven't used this thing.

If he touches his stuff, Ferro may be able to bear it, but Dean is so blind that he dares to touch his people.

There were dark clouds deep in Fei Luo's eyes, and the aura around him made people shudder. Fang Zhihuan knew what he was thinking. He gently held Fei Luo's hand, and then squeezed it hard a few times.

"Why don't you lie on the bed honestly." Fei Luo frowned, "You just finished the operation, be careful yourself."

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." Fang Zhihuan said, "By the way, a friend of yours stayed here for a long time before you woke up, but it seems to be gone now."

"Did he say what his name was?" Philo asked.

"The Chinese name seems to be Han."

"I see." Fei Luo knew who that person was without thinking, "It was me who made the child."

Fang Zhihuan nodded, "Don't you need to call him?"

"It's okay, no need." Fei Luo smiled, "Let's talk about it when he comes."

Fang Zhihuan didn't answer the call, and Fei Luo didn't speak either.

Since the two of them met now, they have hardly spoken in a calm manner. Each time, there is either a failure at the beginning or a failure at the end, and the tone is also mixed with various negative emotions of ridicule, disdain, contempt, and disgust. Fang Zhihuan always made Fei Luo feel at a loss and heartbroken.

Therefore, Fang Zhihuan, who had a gentle face and calmly communicated with him at this time, made Fei Luo feel a little unreal.

He had to ask and promise again and again, "Are you really with me, do you really forgive me? Are you really not leaving?"

"real."

"Isn't it because I saved you that you want to repay me?"

"It's not because of gratitude to you, nor sympathy for you, nor repayment for you."

"What's that for?"

Fang Zhihuan did not answer.

He knew the answer Fei Luo wanted, but he... At least at this moment, he couldn't give Fei Luo that answer.

He likes Philo?

Although he no longer disliked Fei Luo, he definitely hadn't reached the level of liking him.

Fang Zhihuan thought for a while and said, "Because you like me, and I think this feels good."

There was a hint of disappointment in Fei Luo's eyes, but he quickly hid it. He asked, "What if other people like you?"

"You decide."

Fang Zhihuan said again, "Fei Luo, I don't care about what you did to me anymore, so don't be so frightened all the time. I won't go back on what I promised you."

Fei Luo looked at Fang Zhihuan, the affection and love in his eyes could not be faked, "Thank you for giving me another chance."

Because Fei Luo's injuries were scattered and spread almost all over his body, they all grew together when he recovered. Obviously the injuries were more serious than Fang Zhihuan's, but the recovery was much earlier than Fang Zhihuan's.After being able to get out of bed, the first thing he did was to hold Fang Zhihuan's face in both hands, and kissed it almost reverently.

Fang Zhihuan had a steel plate nailed into his leg, and it was impossible for him to go to the ground within a month or two. After Fei Luo's injury fully recovered, he pushed him around the green belt of the hospital, not wanting Fang Zhihuan to feel that this place was too much. feel oppressed.

Fei Luo stopped beside a lush forest, and he suddenly asked.

"Fang Zhihuan, can I pursue you now?"

Fang Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, then with a rare smile on his face, "Yes."

"So..." Fei Luo asked softly in his ear, "Excuse me, can you associate with me?"

"Where's your sincerity?" Fang Zhihuan turned to look at him with a hint of mockery on his face.

Fei Luo said three words to him, and was blown away in the wind again.

Facing the light of the sun, Fang Zhihuan smiled slightly, and said, "Okay."

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