After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 268 Raving and Response

Depressed panting sounds sounded in the ward.

Those gasps were more like low growls coming directly from the heart.

The blood spread between the lips of the two, and with Fu Qiran's unique smell of medicine, it entered Ruan Jiaojiao's lips.

Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to have sensed something, and let out a soft snort.

This humming suddenly made Fu Qiran calm down.

He let go of Ruan Jiaojiao's lips and raised his head to look at her.

Ruan Jiaojiao's face was still pale, but the bright red on her lips made her look better.

Fu Qiran covered his lips, blood stained his fingertips, and ran down his fingertips, staining his already bandaged right hand with blood.

He lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Reason told him that Jiaojiao could not be blamed for this incident.

She just went to buy a cup of milk tea to drink.

And she had already asked him for help at the first time.

However, the desire to control that surged from the bottom of his heart made him unable to help but want to confine the person lying on the hospital bed by his side, so that she could never leave him.

In this way, he can see her all the time, and protect her at any time, preventing her from any harm.

Reason was fighting against the raging desire for control, and his eyes had already turned blood red.

Even though it was midsummer, the temperature in this ward was frighteningly low.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was in a coma, shivered and babbled.

"Mr. Fu..."

Her voice was small and soft, with a touch of weakness, which made Fu Qiran's heart ache.

The pain was like being pricked lightly with a tiny needle.

It's not the kind of pain that would destroy the world, but a kind of numb pain.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes and replied "I'm here".

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was in a coma, obviously couldn't hear Fu Qiran's answer.

She just called his name, or panic, or fear, or surprise, or attachment.

One sound after another sounded in the quiet ward.

Fu Qiran couldn't figure out what Ruan Jiaojiao dreamed about in a coma, he just answered it over and over again tirelessly.

Between the babble and the response, Fu Qiran slowly calmed down.

The blood-red eyes had returned to normal.

As always, the deepness made it even more difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

That deeply hidden emotion became the last madness under his reason.

Fu Qiran held Ruan Jiaojiao's little hand, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little.

In a blink of an eye, dusk is approaching.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled as she was lying on the hospital bed, as if she was faintly waking up.

Fu Qiran noticed that Ruan Jiaojiao's fingers moved, raised his head, and looked at her.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled even more.

After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes.

The white ceiling and the familiar smell of disinfectant in the air reminded her that she seemed to be in the hospital again.

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for several seconds before remembering what happened.

She tilted her head to look at Fu Qiran who was fixedly looking at her, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Qiran pursed his chapped lips, and responded with "Mmm".

Seeing Fu Qiran by her side, Ruan Jiaojiao knew that she shouldn't have a big problem.

The difficulty in breathing just now really scared her.

She still has lingering fears about the feeling of dying in the next moment.

(End of this chapter)