Night Yufan's tears flowed like a fountain and fell on the back of the man's hand by the bed, moistening the pale skin.

She reached out to wipe away her tears, but what she could touch was his cold, snowy muscle, so cold that there was no temperature.

Ji Jingan was sent to the VIP intensive care unit.

With the permission of Gu Sijia and the attending doctor, ye Yufan went in with a pair of scarlet eyes only after being disinfected all over his body, fully armed, wearing anti bacteria clothes, masks and gloves.

Gu Sijia followed her and said in a low voice, "after the twelve hour observation period, Jing'an will be safe."

"Doctor Gu, he will be fine, won't he?"

Night Yufan holds jijing'an's cold hand, and his eyes are flushed again.

"Yes, Jing'an will wake up."

Gu Sijia's affirmation made yeyufan feel a little better.

Until jijing'an's life and death were at stake, he no longer cared about each other's right and wrong, but prayed that he could wake up as soon as possible and survive safely.

As long as he lives, she no longer cares about who is right and who is wrong. She is willing to abandon those unhappy past and start with him from scratch.

Next, everyone, including yeyufan himself, can only wait.

Twelve hours of waiting, every minute, is a living ordeal.

In the evening, yeyufan was tired. She couldn't bear to lean against the hospital bed. She narrowed her eyes and slept in the past, touching the man's head and breathing.

Even if she fell asleep, her little hand still held jijing'an's palm tightly.

In the early morning, Gu Sijia came to the ward round and looked at the two people sleeping together with their heads on their heads. He sighed and said nothing. He lifted the quilt of another hospital bed and gently covered yeyufan's body. His action was very careful.

The next morning, Ji Jing'an woke up a little earlier than everyone expected. He opened his eyes very slowly and narrowed his eyes deeply by the bright sunshine outside the window.

The anesthetic in his body hasn't completely failed. He can't feel any pain.

A few seconds later, the man adapted to the strong light, opened his eyes again, scanned the surrounding environment, saw various instruments and equipment and transparent tubes filled with his body, and knew that he was in the hospital's intensive care unit.

It didn't take jijing'an much effort to figure out the cause and effect of the matter. His temple was stinging. He planned to lift his right hand to press it, but his palm seemed to be firmly pulled by something. He lifted it several times and didn't lift it up.

Coldly wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows. The man struggled to turn his head to the right and tried to see what was going on, but his vision was almost blinded by the bulging thing in the middle.

When his eyes became clear, he saw a palm sized pale face drilling out of the white quilt. His hair was fluffy and messy, his long eyelashes were hung with cold tears, his tight lips were white like snow, and his red, swollen and wet eyes were staring at his black eyes.

It seems unbelievable that the owner of those clear and moist water eyes let go of his hand, stretched out to his face and rubbed his eyes desperately. When it became clear that he really woke up, he suddenly rushed to the bedside, with a surprised light shining on his face, hoarse and broken voice, whispered and whispered hard, for fear of frightening a man who had just woke up again, "Ji Jingan... Are you really awake?"

"Well, are you happy?"

Looking at her eyes shining, her small face was happy, and jijing'an cooled her tight and handsome face, looking very slow and very slow.

The silly woman is worried about his life, nervous about his life and death, and a heart is completely hanging on him, which makes every pore of his body comfortable.

Yeyufan's cheeks were red with fever and his heart jumped with a bang.

This man has this kind of magic. Just staring at her simply can make her heart beat faster, blush, and involuntarily flash those stimulating pictures that are not suitable for children in her mind.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of water with difficulty, ye Yufan quietly held her breath and said with a flattering smile to the man lying on the hospital bed staring at her, "are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you right away."

"I want to eat you." The man raised his eyebrows and deliberately turned his eyes on her full part. He didn't open his mouth for a long time. His low voice contained strands of hoarseness, but it became more magnetic and charming.

Just wake up and return to the flirting mode, there is no one!

Ye Yufan couldn't help drawing corners of his mouth and didn't want to pay attention to him.

The door of the ward was quietly pushed open. Fang Tong came up and glanced. He saw that Ji Jing'an had awakened and was about to knock on the door. A strong wind came behind him, pulled Fang Tong's arm and dragged the whole person back.

Fang Tong was unprepared. Just about to fight back, he looked back and saw that the person who pulled him was Gu Sijia. He retracted his attack to the general right leg and opened his mouth with consternation. "Dr. Gu, Mr. Ji has woke up. As a personal assistant, I have to ask him what he wants to eat, and then go to prepare it for him immediately."

Gu Sijia raised his hand and patted Fang Tong on the shoulder, with a warm smile like the spring breeze. "The person Jing'an wants to see most now is Miss ye, not you and me! Don't you see that they are flirting with each other? Why are you rushing in? I'm interrupting Jing'an's love talk with Miss Ye. Do you believe he will fire you every minute?"

Fang Tong, "..."

On second thought, Gu Sijia's analysis is indeed reasonable, but the two inside look at me. I think you can't fill your stomach for a long time, and you still need to eat.

Gu Sijia raised his leg and kicked Fang Tong, "what are you doing? Go and buy a nutritious meal. I believe Jing'an will need Miss Ye's personal service."

In the emergency room, ye Yufan finally got used to the Yellow meat words that men came out from time to time. His face was not red and his heart didn't jump. He lost the sentence "I'll order for you" and turned and ran to the door.

The more you think about it, the more wrong it is.

The man was not hit in the chest by a car, but in the brain.

I used to worry about my identity, and occasionally one or two rogue words came out. Now it's good. Nine of the ten words are yellow, and I'm crazy!

If it hadn't been for the sake of his early recovery from his serious illness, she would have turned around and left.

I've never seen such a bad man.

Dressed in a mature appearance, do everything to flirt with her.

As soon as ye Yufan opened the door, he saw Fang Tong explore the probe, handed over a big bag and smiled, "Miss ye, I need to talk to doctor Gu immediately about your lunch with Mr. Ji. Please take care of Mr. Ji."

"Yes."

Thinking that the man had been hungry for a long time, ye Yufan softened his heart, took the bag, closed the door, took out two medium-sized insulation boxes from the bag, carried the tube bone soup and walked to the expressionless man, "you just woke up, your spleen and stomach are weak, drink the soup first."

Jijing'an's handsome facial features and long, narrow and deep eyes are fixed on the face of the woman who is stirring the spoon to feed him soup.

Night Yufan pays close attention to the temperature of the soup. When it is almost cold, he scoops it to the man's thin lips, raises his head and bumps into his heavy sight.

The man's cold and quiet eyes lightly swept on her face, and his thin lips slowly opened, "I'll drink it in another way."

"How?"

"Feed with your mouth."

Mouth, mouth hello?

For a moment, yeyufan's heart danced in succession. He blushed, his earlobes red, his neck red, and his eyes moist and shining slowly became shy and confused. He bit the lower lip flap and stared at him, ashamed and annoyed.