In the darkness, Wen Lu took the opportunity to grab her hand and refused to let go: "Yao Yao, don't go."

"I won't leave."

"You're not allowed to leave tomorrow either."

"Not leaving."

"You must always stay by my side."

Tongyao just feels that Wen Lu is a bit too much.

She didn't speak, so he kept pestering her, which made him feel panicked and cough again.

The doctor on duty rushed over quickly and examined Wen Lu's wound.

Because Wen Lu had a severe reaction due to his incompatibility, the doctor prescribed him medicine and replaced the gauze on his wound.

Wen Lu kept coughing, and Tong Yao held his hand to prevent him from moving.

This man is really very squeamish. A man who has just come to Luancheng is not accustomed to the local environment. This is only his first day!

But this was not the first time she had seen him. In Ancheng, Wen Lu was as squeamish as him. In summer, the air conditioner had to be adjusted to a suitable temperature for him. He would not eat food if it was slightly cold, his clothes should not be wrinkled, and he had to make coffee by hand.

It was only now that Tong Yao realized that it was really unbelievable that she was marrying such a young man.

But at that time, there was no complaint.

"Yaoyao..." He couldn't hear her voice and called her, "Yaoyao."

"I am here."

"I'm fine, you go to bed, cough, cough, cough."

"I'm not sleepy, but the baby just kicked me and I couldn't sleep."

After the doctor prescribed the medicine, a nurse immediately delivered it, and Tongyao helped Wenlu take the medicine.

Because of the cough, Wen Lu's wound split open and was very painful.

But he didn't respond. The nursery rhymes fed him medicine, but he was quite obedient. He only frowned and complained coquettishly: "It's bitter."

"Good medicine tastes bitter." The nursery rhyme responded perfunctorily. Anyway, she would not coax him to take medicine like she coaxed Mo Mo.

After the doctor finished everything, he took the instruments and left: "Call me if you need anything."

The ward became quiet, and Tong Yao helped Wen Lu lie down again. Seeing that he was sweating profusely from coughing, she went to the bathroom to get a towel.

The towel is brand new white. Tongyao tried soaking it in warm water and wiping Wenlu's face.

He lay motionless, but there was a bit of enjoyment on his face.

"Be gentle." He would still speak.

"This is how hard I wipe Mo Mo's face."

"I'm more squeamish than him."

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

Tongyao had never thought that Wen Lu was thick-skinned, until today...everything was just a little bit different.

Although they were husband and wife in the past, they respected each other as guests, never quarreled, never got angry, and similarly, there was no tenderness. She never knew what he thought, and he never knew what she liked.

It's like two threads that have no choice but to come together, entangle, wrap around, and eventually separate.

"Are there any injuries on my face?" Wen Lu asked cautiously in a very soft tone.

"No." Tong Yao knew what he was thinking, it was just that he was afraid of losing his appearance.

"Oh, I wish I had a scar, so that I can't find a wife and can only pester you to take responsibility."

"What makes you think I would want a man with scars on his face?"

"That's true..." Wen Lu suddenly lost his voice and said in a very aggrieved tone, "But isn't it true that I didn't stay?"

"Okay." Tong Yao wiped his sweat and stood up, "Are you thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty, but I kind of... want to go to the bathroom."

"..."

Tong Yao held back her breath and blushed most of the time.

Wen Lu's legs and feet were not injured and he could walk. He took Tong Yao's hand and asked half-coquettishly, "Okay?"
Chapter completed!