You are like the warm sun

Chapter 44 Do You Really Hate Me?
What is there about him that is worthy of her love?
This face?

How long would her love last? A few months, a year? It was just a fleeting whiff of puberty.

For him, it was like drinking poison to quench thirst.

But the girl was very persistent with him, "Relationships are not a question of whether or not... You haven't answered me yet, do you really hate me?"

Shao Zhouci closed his eyes and answered her softly and indifferently: "Yes."

Tang Wan saw his eyelashes tremble slightly twice.

After two seconds of hesitation, she stood up by the edge of the bed and leaned over him until she was five centimeters above him. Her voice was soft and serious: "Shao Zhouci, open your eyes and look at me."

The girl's voice seemed so close. Confused and bewildered, Shao Zhouci obeyed her and opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of distinct black and white eyes. She was so close that his fair, delicate face was clearly visible, and there was a familiar, faint fragrance about her.

He was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look away.

This was his usual little trick to escape.

As if she had known his move for a long time, Tang Wan pressed one hand on his forehead, the movement was neither light nor heavy, but it made him unable to turn his head.

"Please look into my eyes and answer again, Shao Zhouci, do you really hate me?" She spoke softly with a calm expression.

"..."

Shao Zhouci spoke carelessly.

The lie that came out of my mouth when I closed my eyes was once again unable to be uttered.

He twitched his lips in annoyance, like a cat with its fur standing on end, his eyes somewhat gloomy. "Is this question really that important?"

Stop asking!

very annoying.

Tang Wan stared at him for several seconds before coming to a conclusion.

He was saying one thing and thinking another. She slowly withdrew her hand and sat back on the stool, her lips curled slightly. "It's very important to me, but now I know the answer. You don't hate me, right? If you don't hate me, it means I still have a chance."

Shao Zhouci was silent for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. "Not hating someone doesn't mean liking them, Tang Wan. I don't need you to care."

"If I don't care about you, will you eat well and live a good life?"

He had a cold expression.

His reaction told her that he wouldn't.

Perhaps he realized that no matter what his attitude was, she was determined to take care of him this time, so no matter what Tang Wan said afterwards, Shao Zhouci ignored her and also stubbornly refused to eat the takeaway she ordered.

He covered his head with the quilt and refused to communicate with her.

Tang Wan had no way to deal with him and could only sit quietly beside the bed.

She had been so tense tonight that now, relaxing and in the stillness of the night, she gradually began to feel sleepy. At first, she dozed off on the stool, her head tilted sideways, but then she felt uncomfortable in that position and leaned against the bedside table, facing the bed.

Because she came to the hospital in a hurry, she was still wearing her school uniform. After a lot of tossing and turning, the rainwater on the uniform had dried up long ago.

During this period, the nurse came to change Shao Zhouci's medicine twice.

Tang Wan would wake up from time to time to take a look at the IV bottle. When the medicine was almost finished, she would press the bell to call the nurse on duty.

It was almost three in the morning when his IV drip was finally finished.

You can be discharged from the hospital after the doctor finishes the examination tomorrow and confirms that there is no problem.

Shao Zhouci did not sleep that night.

He already had insomnia, otherwise he wouldn't have needed sleeping pills. The smell of hospital disinfectant filled his nose, so unpleasant it made him nauseous, and it made it even harder to sleep.

(End of this chapter)