that bastard i love

"There will always be light, even without the sun" - "Muslim's Funeral"

Wen Gulin leaned on the hospital bed and closed the book in his hand.

He raised his head, looked at the nearly exhausted needle, and let out a long sigh.

After drinking this bottle of hanging water, you can go home.

After Zhang Nannan sent him over last night, he stayed with him for a while before letting Zhang Nannan go home.

After all, it's not safe for a girl to be outside alone at night.

And it's not a problem for him to hit the water alone.

Picking up the mobile phone beside the bed, there were dozens of missed calls after turning it on.

He was really uncomfortable last night, so he turned off his phone before going to bed. At that time, he thought that Zhang Min was playing outside, so he probably wouldn't pay attention to whether he was at home.

Called back, and it didn't take long for someone to connect.

The person opposite did not speak, only the sound of heavy breathing came over.

Wen Gulin asked, "What's wrong?"

After a while, Zhang Min's voice came from the other end of the phone, his voice was a little hoarse: "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Wen Gulin laughed at himself and said, "I thought you didn't have time to take care of my affairs."

"Where are you now?"

"The hospital, just finished the injection." Wen Gulin said, raising his hand to beckon the little nurse standing beside him to pull out the needle.

"I'll pick you up now." Zhang Min said sullenly.

"it is good."

Wen Gulin hung up the phone and quietly watched the nurse skillfully pull out the thin needle inserted in the back of his hand, expressionless.

He has also figured out a lot now.

Now he doesn't want to have any more conflicts with Zhang Min, and he doesn't want to pick those unnecessary trivial matters anymore.

He has only discovered until now that Zhang Min is actually not as good-tempered as he imagined, and Zhang Min can be very irritable sometimes.

Then why should he ask for trouble?

There are some things that are enough to know, and you can only embarrass yourself by speaking out.

Soon, Zhang Min arrived at the hospital.

When he walked into the ward and looked at Wen Gulin sitting on the edge of the bed, guilt filled his heart.

When Wen Gulin called him last night, he didn't answer. Instead, he turned off his phone and only cared about having fun. He never thought that Wen Gulin really wanted to find him.

If Zhang Nannan hadn't told him this morning, he wouldn't have known that Wen Gulin suffered from acute gastroenteritis at home last night.

Zhang Min walked to the bed, lowered his head and took Wen Gulin's shoes out from under the bed, bent down and held Wen Gulin's fair feet.

Wen Gulin shivered from Zhang Min's icy cold hands, and shivered severely at the feet that were being held.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Min said suddenly.

Wen Gulin didn't speak, although he knew that Zhang Min was apologizing for what happened last night.

Seeing that Wen Gulin didn't speak, Zhang Min continued to bend over, put on socks and shoes for Wen Gulin, and carefully tied the shoelaces tightly.

Wen Gulin lowered his head, looked at the messy shoelaces under Zhang Min's hands, and said with a light smile, "Your tying is really ugly."

This sentence eased the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Zhang Min smiled lightly and helped Wen Gulin tie the shoelace of the other foot, and said, "I never wear your kind of leather shoes, how can I tie any kind of shoelaces?"

Wen Gulin shook his feet and jumped off the hospital bed.

It may be because I lay down for too long, I didn't stand firmly on the ground just now, and the whole person was wobbly.

"Be careful." Zhang Min said, supporting Wen Gulin, holding Wen Gulin's cold hand tightly.

"Husband... I want to go home." Wen Gulin turned around, leaning against Zhang Min, sucking in the familiar smell desperately, and murmured softly.

"Okay... let's go home."