My little puppy is sick

Chapter 44 My Dear Blue Friend 24
He obediently drank it.

"Yanyan, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."

"If I don't leave my job, I may make you worry all the time in the future."

Qi Yan smiled, fed him a mouthful of porridge, and said slowly, "Do you know what I love most about you?"

"Is it the face?" Song Heng grabbed the quilt with his hands, and felt very uncomfortable for a while. If he left a scar on his face, would Qi Yan's love for him no longer be so much.

Qi Yan smiled, "I fell in love at first sight with your appearance, but with time, I fell in love with you as a whole."

"Compared to your appearance, I love your temperament, your behavior, and your quality more."

"You are my hero, Song Heng. I don't want you to have an inferiority complex. I hope you can always trust that I will love you."

"Love you, there is no time limit."

"You're still young," Song Heng twitched his eyelashes, his voice trembling a little, "Maybe you will meet someone who will make you more excited in the future."

"I'm not young anymore." Qi Yan unloaded the table and the bowl from the hospital bed, and asked, "Are there any other injuries on your body?"

She lifted the quilt and took a look, Song Heng said: "Only the ankle is a little burnt, the rest is gone."

Qi Yan nodded, "I'll be gentle."

Before Song Heng could react, he saw Qi Yan step up and sit on him, and he exclaimed.

"Yanyan, what are you doing!"

"Don't talk," Qi Yan put her slender fingers against Song Heng's lips.

Her hand went in through the dress.

Song Heng didn't have time to say a word in the future, and a muffled sound overflowed, and his mind went blank.

Finally, with Song Henghong's attention, Qi Yan cleaned up for him and put the porridge on the table again.

The porridge was still warm, Song Heng reached out and took Qi Yan's hand holding the spoon.

Thinking of what happened just now, his face burned red.

"You don't need to come, I will." Song Heng grabbed the spoon and gorged himself on the porridge, hiding his embarrassment.

Qi Yan leaned forward, bending her eyes, "Song Heng, I want to drink too."

Song Heng spooned porridge and fed it to Qi Yan.

He looked at Qi Yan's lips, which fluttered while drinking the porridge, Song Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked away.

Fortunately, it was covered by the quilt, so she didn't notice it.

At night when the doctor came to change the dressing, Song Heng asked Qi Yan to go out, but she didn't leave, she just stood aside and looked at his wound.

Song Heng simply closed his eyes, not feeling uncomfortable.

It is Qi Yan who suffers.

The wound was really bloody, it looked deep, and it was medicated, taking up a large part of the left half of the face.

Qi Yan quietly wiped away the tears.

"I still can't take a shower tonight, bear with it." The doctor left the ward after leaving this sentence.

Before Song Heng opened his eyes, he felt the warmth on the right side of his face.

He opened his eyes.

"Song Heng, you can completely trust me. If this is not in the hospital, I will give it to you, and I can only be yours."

"Stop talking," Song Heng said in a muffled voice, "Girls should be reserved."

"Oh, is that so?" Qi Yan ran over to close the door, and unbuttoned the two buttons under the collar, revealing the clothes inside.

"Did you hear what the doctor said, you can't take a bath tonight, let me wipe your body for you."

Qi Yan's hand fell on the buttons on Song Heng's hospital gown, and helped him unbutton the sick clothes.

But Song Heng grabbed her hand.

Song Henghong stared at his pitiful little appearance, he felt extremely ashamed, and said hoarsely: "Yanyan, I will do it myself."

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