His tone sounded like an inquiry, but it sounded no different from a notification.
Wen Yifan tilted her head and stared at his noble and arrogant look. The remaining sense of panic gradually dissipated. She held his fingers tightly and smiled. "Yes, you can."
Sang Yan looked at her, "Why?"
"But," Wen Yifan held back her laughter, "Don't you owe me a favor?"
"…"
There was silence for a few seconds.
Sang Yan calmly withdrew his gaze, his voice slow and leisurely, "Then I'll owe you first."
Wen Yifan, "Huh?"
The corridor of the hospital was quiet and bright.
The man's arm was wrapped with gauze, and his black T-shirt was dusty, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He was tall and thin, and his eyebrows were sharp and cold. But in front of her, he seemed to be gentle.
"I'll pay you back in 50 years."
…
The two of them went down to the first floor to get the medicine.
Wen Yifan took the documents from Sang Yan and looked at them carefully. When she saw a certain piece of paper, her gaze stopped and she suddenly asked, "Your waist is also injured?"
"Ah." Sang Yan remembered, "It's a little broken, but I didn't get stitches."
"…"
Wen Yifan stared at him and felt annoyed, "What's the doctor's advice? Did you hear it?"
Sang Yan casually said, "Come back in a week to change the dressing and remove the stitches in two weeks."
Wen Yifan, "Is there anything you don't eat?"
"Nothing, just eat as usual." Sang Yan had an indifferent attitude, as if the person who just bled a lot was not him, "It's just a small injury, you don't need to take care of it so carefully."
"…" Wen Yifan pursed her lips and looked away, "I'll check it myself."
Hearing her tone, Sang Yan paused and said meaningfully, "Wen Shuangjiang, you're quite rude to me now."
Wen Yifan didn't look at him. She took the medicine given by the pharmacist and confirmed the daily dosage. Then she turned around and said to him, "Oh, rude?"
Sang Yan looked down.
Wen Yifan grabbed his wrist and walked forward, "I'm afraid you can't hear it."
"…"
Sang Yan felt that her behavior was quite interesting, so he let her drag him, "No temper. Why are you so fierce today?"
Wen Yifan said stiffly, "You will be angry if I tell you."
What he meant was …
She had already reminded him that if he did it again, he would have to bear the brunt of her "charge".
"Then why didn't you scold me just now?" Sang Yan seemed to be trying to put himself in a pitiful position, but his tone was particularly rude. "Didn't we make up? Why are you settling the score now?"
Wen Yifan quickly replied, "I didn't make up with you."
Sang Yan followed behind her. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly chuckled.
His laughter was like adding fuel to the fire. Wen Yifan pursed her lips even more. She felt that he didn't know the seriousness of the problem at all and didn't want to talk to him anymore.
After leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan flagged down a taxi and asked the driver to drive back to Shangan.
On the road.
Wen Yifan was minding her own business as she searched for things to take note of after a wound was stitched. She already had a sharp look on her face. Now that she kept a straight face and didn't speak, she looked even colder.
Sang Yan leaned on the side and stared at her, "Then what do you want to make up with me?"
Wen Yifan didn't even look up, "When your wound is healed."
"…" Sang Yan almost choked. He doubted his own ears, "No, Wen Shuangjiang. When you were injured, how did I treat you like an ancestor? How come I'm treated like this? "
Wen Yifan looked at him after hearing that, "You didn't treat me."
He always put on a straight face to scare her.
"No? Okay. "Sang Yan smiled and began to show his weakness," Then you treat me. "
Wen Yifan ignored him.
Sang Yan laughed again and said with a yawn, "It hurts."
"…"
Wen Yifan didn't show any mercy. She continued to check how to remove the scar after stitching.
Seeing the content on her screen, Sang Yan was a little puzzled. He reached out to take her phone, "Remove the scar? Stop checking. I'm a man, what's wrong with having a scar? "
Wen Yifan's hand was empty.
Following this action, she looked at Sang Yan again. Staring at his leisurely look, she resisted the urge to pull his face. She deliberately annoyed him, "It's ugly if there's a scar."
"…"
"Then you have to resign." Wen Yifan was afraid that he didn't understand, so she reminded him, "Top card."
Sang Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, "Isn't my face fine?"
Wen Yifan, "This also affects me."
"Isn't that good?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "I have a family now, it's time for me to turn over a new leaf."
"No." Wen Yifan was afraid that he wouldn't take this matter to heart, and he might suffer such a serious injury in the future, "If you close your business and stop being 'Depraved Street Brand', then I will lose my face."
"…"
The car drove back to the alley near Nanwu Radio and Television.
They got out of the car. Wen Yifan took the car key, walked back to Sang Yan's car, and got into the driver's seat. She was worried that Sang Yan's wound would be affected, so she helped him fasten the seat belt.
Sang Yan sat quietly in the same place, looked at her still tense face, and curled his lips.
The number of times Wen Yifan got angry could be counted on one hand. In the eyes of others, she was always good-tempered and didn't care about anything. Occasionally, she would be a little depressed by his words, but her emotions would disappear in a blink of an eye.
It seemed like it didn't affect her mood at all.
So, at this moment, Sang Yan felt like he was a masochist.
He was in a good mood when he saw her lose her temper because of his injury. She became unscrupulous in front of him and was no longer as cautious as before.
After fastening the seat belt, Wen Yifan didn't rush to go back, she gently started to lift his shirt.
"…" Sang Yan paused, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan didn't stop until she saw the gauze on his waist and the blood that was slightly seeping out. She stared at it for a few seconds, then she let go of her hand and sat back.
She silently began to fasten the seat belt.
"Are you done?" Sang Yan said carelessly, "Don't you want to touch it?"
Wen Yifan didn't joke with him, but she didn't continue to sulk. She sat in silence for a while, then she faintly said, "We'll talk about it when we get home."
"… …"
It was almost eleven o 'clock when they got home.
Sang Yan habitually sat on the sofa. After a while, Wen Yifan also sat next to him and began to lift his shirt again, as if she was looking for other wounds.
He leaned against the back of the chair with drooping eyelids, letting her do whatever she wanted.
After a while, Wen Yifan stopped and poured a glass of water for him, "Have you had dinner?"
Sang Yan took it and drank a few mouthfuls, "Yes."
Wen Yifan asked again, "Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
She asked a series of questions, Sang Yan looked at her and answered them one by one. In the end, Wen Yifan felt that there was nothing more to say. She suddenly remembered something, "By the way, your phone was in my bag, it was picked up by a passerby."
Sang Yan nodded.
Wen Yifan got up and pulled her bag over. She took out the phone from the bag and put it on the table, "The screen is cracked, but it can still be used. Call your boss and take a few days off to rest. "
Sang Yan, "Okay, aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep first. "
Wen Yifan shook her head.
Sang Yan glanced at the time, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Wen Yifan frowned, "You can't get wet."
"I know." Sang Yan stood up and rubbed her head, "I'm just wiping my body."
"Oh."
Sang Yan noticed that Wen Yifan followed him as he walked to the door. He opened the door and walked into the room, she followed him. He walked to the closet, she followed him.
She followed him wherever he went.
He seemed to have grown a tail.
Sang Yan rummaged through the closet, turned around and walked out of the room towards the balcony. He could still hear Wen Yifan following him. He turned around and called her, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan responded, "Hmm?"
Sang Yan was amused, "How long are you going to stick to me?"
"I want to see." Although her main intention was to stay with him, Wen Yifan didn't admit it. She blinked her eyes and said in a gentle voice, "How can I help you?"
Sang Yan stopped and his fingertips slid down her arm. There was a hint of flirtation in his words.
"Didn't I just tell you that I'm going to take a shower?"
"… …"
He lowered his voice and hinted, "So what do you want to help me with?"
There was silence.
Wen Yifan stared at him with a normal expression.
What do I want to help him with?
Oh.
Shower.
"… …"
Shower! Shower!!
Okay.
It's just a shower!!!
What if he touches the water!!!
After a long while, Wen Yifan made up her mind and said, "That's fine too."
"… …"
Sang Yan was speechless. He really thought that Che Xinde would find a place to stab him. He retracted his hand and looked back at her for a while. Then, he ruthlessly looked away, "Who's going to sleep with you?"
After that, he didn't talk to her anymore. He went to the balcony to get his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Sang Yan took off his shirt and threw it into the bucket to avoid the wound. Then, he unbuckled his belt.
At this moment, the bathroom door was unscrewed from the outside.
Sang Yan paused.
After the two of them rented a house together, they used the bathroom separately. Wen Yifan had always used the bathroom in the master bedroom and had never entered this bathroom. Therefore, Sang Yan never had the habit of locking the door every time he took a shower.
The next moment, the door was pushed open.
Wen Yifan walked in calmly and closed the door, "I want to help you take a shower."
"… …"
Sang Yan laughed.
This time, it was still an order.
It's what I want.
Not what I want.
Sang Yan took off his belt and hung it aside. After that, he didn't do anything else. He leaned against the sink and said indifferently with a hint of provocation, "Sure, you do it."
"… …"
It was Wen Yifan's first time entering the bathroom since Sang Yan moved in.
Sang Yan was half-naked at this moment. His waist and left arm were wrapped with a small circle of gauze. His hair was pure black and his face was paler than usual. He looked a little sickly and abstinent.
Wen Yifan slowly picked up a towel, turned on the faucet, and adjusted the water to warm.
She glanced at Sang Yan, but she suddenly thought that he couldn't wipe his body at this moment. He couldn't wipe anything on his back, and he might tear his wound in the process.
That was not worth it.
Wen Yifan washed the towel, unscrewed it, and began to wipe his Adam's apple, to his chest, and then to his abdomen. She tried hard to keep herself focused and not think about other things. She only treated the man in front of her as a wall.
The bathroom was too quiet.
There was no other communication between the two.
When she wiped for the second time, Wen Yifan saw his Adam's apple moved up and down a few times.
The next moment, Sang Yan lazily called her, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan looked up, "Ah?"
Sang Yan's eyes were deep with obvious lust.
"I'm hard."
"… …"
Wen Yifan licked her lips and pretended that she didn't hear anything. She lowered her head again and sped up this time. When she had scrubbed him to the waist, she rinsed the towel, and whispered: "Then wash yourself--"
Noticing a certain part of him, Wen Yifan couldn't say the word "lower body" for some reason. She calmly changed her words, "Legs, then get ready to sleep?"
Sang Yan was still leaning on the original position, and the lust in his eyes had not faded.
"You're going to sleep now?"
"Hmm?" For some reason, Wen Yifan inexplicably felt a little guilty, "What's wrong?"
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan's whole body was touched by her, but the touch was vague, like a long torture, "Do you think I'm useless because of my waist injury?"
Wen Yifan blurted out, "Isn't that true?"
"… …"
There was silence in the narrow bathroom again.
After a few seconds, Sang Yan looked at her and smiled instead of being angry, "But I still have you."
Sang Yan finished his words slowly and shamelessly.
"Come closer and let me kiss you."
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