I don't know if it's a boy

When Sun Zhe finished washing and came out of the bathroom, Tao Zhiyuan was already asleep, but his expression was a little painful, which should be the cause of the injury on his back.

He walked to Tao Zhiyuan's hospital bed, and patted him lightly: "Xiao Yuan, it's better to sleep on your side."

Tao Zhiyuan didn't wake up but muttered something, as if he was dreaming.

Sun Zhe looked at his face through the moonlight outside the window. The bandage wrapped around his forehead was a bit abrupt, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and his lips were tightly closed, which were especially obvious in the clear-cut face.

He lost his mind, slowly approached his face, and pressed his lips against his.

In just a short moment, Sun Zhe quickly flicked away, realizing how ridiculous he had done, but unconsciously touched his lips with his fingers.

Tao Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and Sun Zhe quickly stroked his head to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He knew it.

The superficial calm is all false.

It will come out by itself at night.

Tao Zhiyuan's slack eyes began to clear up again, and he regained his consciousness. Looking at Sun Zhe who was close at hand, he pursed his lips.

"Senior..."

Sun Zhe thought he hadn't slowed down yet, so he hugged him with the other hand, patted his back and comforted him at the same time.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the senior is here."

"Senior... I'm fine."

Tao Zhiyuan clearly felt the stiffness of Sun Zhe's back, and then slowly let go of him.

"It's just that you're fine." Sun Zhe also put down his hands on his hair, "Then I'll sleep on the sofa."

"That..." As soon as Sun Zhe got up, Tao Zhiyuan pulled him back: "Why don't you sleep on the bed, the sofa is too small."

"No need." Sun Zhe was afraid that he would not be able to hold back, so he refused him decisively.

"I'm just afraid that I will have nightmares later." Tao Zhiyuan tried to explain to him.

The person on the ground sighed deeply, as if he had compromised, he turned around and climbed onto the bed, first covered Tao Zhiyuan with the quilt, and then covered the corner of the quilt with himself only occupying a small part of the bed.

"Lie on your side if you feel uncomfortable, it should be better," Sun Zhe patted him.

Tao Zhiyuan slowly turned to face him, with no clear expression on his face.

"Xiao Yuan, are you afraid?"

After a long time, Tao Zhiyuan said, "En."

"Then why are you comforting me?" Sun Zhe blamed me.

Silence was his answer.

"Stop talking if you don't want to, go to sleep." Sun Zhe didn't want to force him, but said gently.

"Good night, senior." Tao Zhiyuan shrank his body and hissed.

Sun Zhe silently moved to the outside and moved upwards.

The two of them, one big and one small, one tall and one short, slept peacefully on the same bed for a whole night.

------

"Damn, what's going on with you two?" Wang Zhuo looked at the two on the bed in shock, carrying his breakfast.

Sun Zhe was woken up by Wang Zhuo's voice, Tao Zhiyuan just turned over and turned his back to them.

Sun Zhe didn't bother to talk to Wang Zhuo, he just focused on the person on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and then got out of bed gently.

"Why do you talk so much?" Sun Zhe walked to him and said coldly.

"I don't know you guys are still awake." Wang Zhuo was also a little guilty, and moved himself to the sofa like a thief.

Sun Zhe ignored him, turned around and went into the bathroom.

When Sun Zhe came out, Wang Zhuo had already snorted, but he was concerned about the person on the bed, so he didn't make a sound.

"Now you should explain." Wang Zhuo pointed at Tao Zhiyuan who was still sleeping with his chopsticks, and said angrily.

"The sofa is too small."

Wang Zhuo wanted to say something else, but Sun Zhe nodded at him with his chopsticks, the threat couldn't be more obvious.

Wang Zhuo stroked his lips with his thumb and forefinger, as if to zip up the zipper.

------

"His body has recovered very well, and he can be discharged from the hospital after another day of observation without any problems. However, he must rest and eat lightly after returning home." It was the same doctor last time, who was telling today's precautions.

Tao Zhiyuan rolled his eyes, then slowly opened them, looking at the two people beside the bed.

Sun Zhe listened carefully, his eyes still lingering on Tao Zhiyuan: "Okay, I'll trouble the doctor."

The doctor shook his head with a smile, and the movement of turning around and opening the door to go out was done smoothly and smoothly.

Sun Zhe watched the doctor go out, then picked and picked from the breakfast that Wang Zhuo brought, and finally only brought out a bowl of porridge, sat back on the hospital bed, opened the lid and handed the porridge to Tao Zhiyuan.

"The doctor said that you are recovering well, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but you need to apply medicine to the bruises all over your body, and be careful not to touch the wound on your head. I will accompany you to remove the stitches in a few days."

Sun Zhe was just nagging, and Tao Zhiyuan was just listening obediently.

When Sun Zhe stopped nagging, he also put down the porridge bowl.

"Help you to wash up." After saying that, he took Tao Zhiyuan into the bathroom.

As a bystander, Wang Zhuo's jaw was about to drop. When did Young Master Sun, who didn't stick to Yang Chunshui, turn into a caring little nurse in the hospital?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get the scene out of his mind.

------

Zhang came one afternoon, explained something to Sun Zhe outside, and left in a hurry.

Tao Zhiyuan felt that the three of them were hiding something from him.

As soon as Sun Zhe came in, he saw him looking at him with question marks all over his face, but he seemed to be obedient and didn't ask anything.

He looked into the shining eyes of the person on the bed, and was the first to lose.

"It's about Li Li. You probably won't see him until the college entrance examination."

It's possible that he won't be able to see him until he graduates from university, he added silently in his heart.

"Okay." Tao Zhiyuan answered him crisply.

"I think you seem more... cheerful than before." He pondered over his words and gestured with his hands.

"I think it's good if someone takes care of it." Tao Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed by his words.

"Understood, indifference is just your protective color." Wang Zhuo was lying on the sofa, making up the knife secretly.

Tao Zhiyuan really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, but unfortunately the hospital didn't have one, so he could only move down, and then down, and then stuffed himself into the quilt.

------

In the early morning of the next day, Sun Zhe went downstairs to complete the discharge procedures, Wang Zhuo and Zhang packed up in the ward all day, and Tao Zhiyuan changed in the bathroom.

After Sun Zhe completed the formalities and went upstairs, Tao Zhiyuan had already dressed and sat on the bed waiting for him.

"The list and the medicine are here, you should come back to my house with me these few days." He shook the bag in his hand and asked for his opinion.

"No need, I'd better go back to my home." Tao Zhiyuan reached out to pick up the medicine in the bag, and refused him without raising his head.

"When you get home, can you apply the medicine on your back and wipe yourself?" Sun Zhe interrupted him neatly.

The person on the bed stopped talking, but he hesitated and said nothing.

"Let's pack up and go." Sun Zhe carried the bag on his back and the medicine in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled Tao Zhiyuan up.

A group of people got up and walked out.

"Wait here, I'll drive the car over." Zhang Tiantian shook the car key in his hand, turned around and drove the car over.

Although Zhang Yitian seemed a bit unreliable at ordinary times, he still drove very steadily, honking the horn to overtake the car behind him.

"Can't you hurry up?" Wang Zhuo finally couldn't stand it anymore, and sat on the co-pilot and looked at him viciously.

"Aren't I afraid of sudden braking and bumping into patients?" Zhang Yitian said unhurriedly, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

"Okay, okay, you can drive." Wang Zhuo resisted him, took out his phone and started playing games.

Tao Zhiyuan himself was a little bit car sick, and now he has a concussion and a severe headache, so he just leaned on Sun Zhe's shoulder and pursed his lips silently.

Sun Zhe looked at his painful face, tentatively stretched out a hand to hug him: "Are you okay?"

Tao Zhiyuan didn't speak, and didn't respond to his behavior, he just shook his head slightly to indicate that it's okay.

Once at the gate of the villa, Zhang Yitian stopped the car, and Sun Zhe got out of the car with his long legs. Then, as soon as Tao Zhiyuan poked his head out, he bent down and picked him up, and walked straight into the house.

"Take something from the trunk."

Before they got out of the car, the two looked at each other, then Wang Zhuo got out of the car with a shrink of his neck, and Zhang Yitian opened the trunk, and the two of them worked hard as servants, still the kind who dared not make a sound.

Sun Zhe went upstairs quickly, but Tao Zhiyuan in his arms did not feel the bumps.

When they went upstairs, Sun Zhe directly carried him into his room, carefully put him on the bed, then stretched out his arms, covered him with the quilt, and was about to go out to pour water for him, when Tao Zhiyuan held him Covering his eyes, he pulled him with one hand.

"Senior, I can go to the guest room."

Sun Zhe didn't say a word, put his hand back under the quilt with the other hand, turned around and went out.

When the two people with large and small packages came up in a mighty manner, they looked at the person on the bed, their jaws dropped in shock, and even their things were almost thrown down the stairs.

"Azhe, aren't you, isn't your room even your mother can't enter?" Wang Zhuo complained.

Sun Zhe happened to come back from fetching water, and when he passed by, he glanced at him, "Talk too much."

"I think our status has become lower again." Wang Zhuo whispered dissatisfied.

"It's not again, it's always." Zhang Yitian sighed and entered the room first.