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Walking out of the sickroom, Gong Yichen was so angry that he almost died. The little woman on top gave him a good fart. Oh, I worried about him with my good intentions, but I actually got such a result. I'm really going to make him die from anger.

However, after walking for a while longer, his heart was filled with reluctance and worry. Thinking that there was still Wu Zihao in Song Jiayin's room, his entire being became even more unsightly.

Her mind was even more so on a comparison between herself and Wu Zihao, on the other hand. She was thinking smugly, I've done better than him in everything, why would Song Jiayin rather believe him, than believe me?

Gong Yichen gradually calmed down and thought that he actually allowed Wu Zihao and Song Jiayin to be alone together. He really wanted to ruthlessly beat himself up to the point that his brain must be damaged.

Gong Yichen, who had thought everything through, quickly returned to Song Jiayin's ward. If Wu Zihao dared to do anything bad to her, he would immediately rush in and teach her a lesson, even if Song Jiayin was scolding him to death.

After making up his mind, Gong Yichen decided to set up camp outside of Song Jiayin's sickroom. Actually, he could easily stay in the sickroom, it was all because of his pride.

When Wu Zihao saw Song Jiayin's slightly absent-minded appearance, he finally understood in his heart. After all, with his temper alone, he probably regretted treating Gong Yichen with such a vile attitude right now.

In his heart, he wished that the two of them could pay more attention to him. Otherwise, wouldn't he have never been able to get a beautiful lady?

"Jiayin, I had someone prepare some porridge for you when I came. Do you want some now?" Wu Zihao slightly raised his voice, wanting to pull Song Jiayin back from her world.

After Gong Yichen left, for some reason, all of Song Jiayin's thoughts seemed to be occupied by the figure of his back figure who had angrily left the place, and there was even a hint of disappointment on her face that she did not realize it had happened.

Wu Zihao's words naturally pulled her train of thoughts back to reality. The slightly dazed Song Jiayin looked at the bowl of porridge in his hands, and understood that it was prepared for his.

Just as he was about to receive the porridge in Wu Zihao's hand, he saw a hint of doubt appear in Song Jiayin's eyes the moment the porridge in his hand was received.

"Your body … "I haven't fully recovered yet. How about I feed you?" Wu Zihao naturally wanted to obtain some benefits from Song Jiayin.

Song Jiayin didn't know if the two of them had acted in such a way before, but they had set up a formation right now. However, why was it that they couldn't feel any sort of closeness to Wu Zihao at all?

"No need, my body …" "My body is fine. I just had a bowl of congee. I can still come by myself. You don't have to treat me like a little idiot."

Song Jiayin dodged to the side where Wu Zihao's finger was pointing and took the porridge from his hands. Wu Zihao did not say much, but his eyes were also filled with gloom. After all, whether it was his intentional or unintentional intimacy, she would always think of ways to avoid it.

"What are you talking about? I originally liked taking care of you, but since you want to, I naturally won't stop you." In order to alleviate his awkwardness, Wu Zihao said a string of sweet words.

Gong Yichen, who was outside the door, did not know what the two of them were doing, but he kept feeling like there was a cat scratching his heart. Fortunately, the hospital's soundproofing was not that effective, and it was more or less able to allow Gong Yichen to match their conversation. Nine to ten.

When he thought about how Song Jiayin had actually rejected Wu Zihao's offer of food, and how he had done the same thing to her back then, he did not receive her rejection either. Instead, he admired her face full of red apples.

When he thought about how Song Jiayin and Huo Rulie weren't as close as he thought, he suddenly felt that a lot of weight had been lifted from his heart, and he was even happier than ever.

Since Wu Zihao had rejected his request, he sat obediently on the side of the bed and watched Song Jiayin take small sips of the porridge in the bowl.

Looking at her delicate lips, a desire arose in his heart. She suddenly wanted to kiss Song Jiayin's lips. After all, she had not touched Song Jiayin's lips for such a long time.

"How is it? "Is it good?" Wu Zihao asked with concern as he took the empty bowl from her hands.

Although Song Jiayin felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, thinking that he was the one who had given her the porridge, she felt embarrassed and did not respond.

Looking at the trace of porridge on the corner of her mouth, he seemed to feel that he had found an opportunity and even wiped it clean, which was even more warm. Concealed Light said, "Why were you so careless?"

Song Jiayin also did not expect him to actually extend his hand out directly. In an instant, she was even more stunned, and then, she subconsciously stepped back. Towards his intimacy, her heart was always filled with the desire to refuse.

Only, the Wu Zihao this time wouldn't allow himself to escape. After all, escaping from before had already exhausted most of his patience.

Wu Zihao then took the opportunity and pulled Song Jiayin into his embrace, and slowly neared Song Jiayin's face, wanting to be intimate with him.

Song Jiayin saw through his intentions, and directly turned her face to the other side, using her own body language to tell Wu Zihao of his refusal.

This time, however, it was beautiful. The current Wu Zihao would naturally no longer listen to her, he would only listen to what he had to say in his heart.

Originally, Song Jiayin had placed both her hands at the side, so this was just the right time to say that Wu Zihao had pushed away from his side.

However, just as his hands moved closer to Wu Zihao, they were immediately held back, and he was no longer able to move. Wu Zihao even directly sat down on Song Jiayin's sickbed.

"Jia Yin, don't reject me," Song Jiayin's constant struggles seemed to make him a little angry, but when he thought about it, it was like a beauty that entered his heart. People naturally comforted him carefully.

Because he was so close to Song Jiayin that he was about to collapse, Song Jiayin's entire body was stiff, wishing that she could push him away from her.