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His hands were burning hot, and his body seemed to be on fire.

Suddenly, Pei Qingcheng felt a surge of emotions as she stuttered in excitement.

This was because she saw Ye Wen's sleepy eyes move. It was obvious that he knew.

"Fatigue Ye." Pei Qingcheng placed her ice-cold hands on his forehead, "Ye Wen, wake up, wake up!"

Why did she want him to wake up, Pei Qingcheng had no idea.

All she knew was that she hoped Nightingale would wake up now.

As before, he looked at her with calm and affectionate eyes.

At this moment, the grudge between them seemed to have been temporarily put down. For the first time, when they were getting tired of each other, she didn't think of Yin Ha.

She saw Ye's tired eyelashes twitch, and hugged Ye's tired head in delight, desperately pressing her lips to Ye's tired eyes.

"Fatigue at night, Fatigue at night, Fatigue at night!" Her hands and feet were numb with excitement.

She did not know why she was doing this. She only knew that at this moment, she did not want to tire Ye Xiu to death.

The head in his arms moved slightly, and a weak voice sounded, "Inclined."

Ye Wen woke up tired!

Pei Qingcheng loosened her grip and lowered her head, only to see Ye Wen slowly open his eyes. Although his eyes were bloodshot, they were still bright and clear.

Ye Wen was truly awake!

She remembered what Ding Han told her before. You are the only woman in this world who could bring birth to her father and kill her grandpa.

Could it be that she really had that kind of ability?

Should she be happy, or what?

She didn't know how to control her expression, so she lightly caressed her face with her tired hand. "Tilt, are you crying? For me? "

Did she cry?

Pei Qingcheng touched her own face and broke out in tears.

What was this? Why was he crying so loudly?

Was he crying with joy, or was he regretting that he did not have the heart to kill Ye Wen in the end?

Her mind was in a state of panic. At this moment, people outside rushed in and pushed her to the side.

Ding Han quickly supported her, "Madam, as long as you really want me to live again, I will definitely hear your words."

She did not know that she had this ability. She could only lean against the wall without strength as she watched the doctors perform an examination.

They didn't know if Ye Wen had suddenly regained consciousness and was about to recover or if he was going to die.

The doctor finally checked everything and said to the crowd, "Mr. Ye has recovered his consciousness, and all the functions of his body have gradually returned to normal. This is a good start, we will immediately come up with a more perfect treatment plan.

With the doctor's words, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Lady Ye was standing by the bed, crying.

"Lady Ye, your eyes are swollen from crying, so they won't look good." At this moment, Ye Wen actually still had the strength to tease him. When Madam Ye heard her son's words, she knew that her son should be fine. She let out a long sigh and said, "Chen, you're scaring us to death."

"It was just an accident." His relaxed tone.

Whether it was an accident or not, everyone was well aware.

However, when Ye Wen woke up from his slumber, Pei Qingcheng's protective umbrella had already been opened. Even Madam Ye and Mister Ye would not be able to do anything to her.

The doctor said to Madam Ye, "Mr. Ye and Madam Ye, please return first since you've just woken up and are still relatively weak. Our hospital will definitely take good care of you, so don't worry."

Mr. Ye glanced at his son, then glanced at Pei Qingcheng before nodding his head, "Xia Chen, rest well. Tomorrow, your mother and I will come see you again!"

"Ding Han, escort Madam and Mister out." Ye Wen laid on the bed and ordered Ding Han in a low voice.

"Yes." Ding Han walked to the door and opened it, "Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, Miss Shen, please."

The group walked out of the room as Shen Lo turned his head to look at Pei Qingcheng. He did not say anything as he followed behind Madam Ye.

All that was left in the room were the three of them and Ding Han.

Ye Wen was tired. He must have just woken up with a high fever.

"Ding Han, send Madam home, you will see her off yourself."

"Yes." Just as Ding Han was about to walk towards Pei Qingcheng, she said, "I'll stay in the hospital."

Then she immediately added, "You are not completely out of danger yet, so I will live if you are alive."

The meaning behind her words was that she had stayed in the hospital just for herself.

Ding Han looked at his master, then at Pei Qingcheng before stealthily leaving the room.

As for what was going on between them, it was up to them to decide.

He, Ding Han, would never be able to understand their matters.

Pei Qingcheng stayed in the hospital and sat by Ye Wen's side with her eyebrows lowered. Her eyes were filled with a strong sense of fatigue.

She hadn't slept since last night, just curled up on the floor for a while.

The current her and the one who had taken his life last night seemed like two different people.

In fact, Nightingale had always been very sober. He could hear all the sounds that were happening outside.

However, it was as if he was standing inside a transparent, sealed glass ball. He could see and hear everything, but he could not walk out. No one else could see him either.

He saw countless doctors running away for him, terrified by the rise and fall of his physical indicators.

He also saw his parents and the rest of the people crying for him.

But what he wanted to see never appeared.

Therefore, he was in no mood to continue living.

If others knew that the hegemon of Mo City had thoughts of giving up his life, they would probably be shocked.

Outside, he was an emperor.

But in his heart, he was always a man of deep love.

All his softness was released for one person. Without her, if his existence would make her feel pain, he would rather destroy himself.

As a result, he exiled himself, letting his life gradually fade away.

Suddenly, he saw Pei Qingcheng in the glass ball. She was crying as she wiped his body with a towel. Her tears dripped onto his scalding skin like a light rain.

She actually cried for him?

Was it the first time her tears had been so tired of him?

Separated by the glass ball, he could hear Pei Qingcheng shouting his name over and over, and trying to wake him up.

Only Pei Qingcheng was able to rekindle his desire to live. Pei Qingcheng's tears allowed him to struggle free from the glass sphere, regardless of the reason why she was crying.

In short, when Pei Qingcheng asked him to wake up, he immediately woke up.

He could control his own destiny, while Pei Qingcheng could control his.

It was so simple and he was willing to do it.

Ye Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed Pei Qingcheng's hand. Surprisingly, she did not dodge, and her soft, small hand quietly curled up in his burning palm.

His fever had not yet subsided, and his lips were dry from the heat.

"Do you want some water?" Pei Qingcheng asked.

Ye Wen was unable to sit up. If he moved even a little bit, it would affect the wound on his chest.

Pei Qingcheng held him down, "Don't move. Wait a moment."

She picked up the glass of water on the table and looked around for a straw or something, but couldn't find one.

She thought for a moment, then picked up the cup and took a sip.

He had done the same to her before.

When she was scalded with chicken soup, he fed her cold water with his mouth.

Now she did the same, taking a sip of water and pressing her lips to his tired lips.

Warm water slowly flowed into Ye Wen's mouth. After he finished drinking, Pei Qingcheng stood up and prepared to drink another mouthful of water to feed him.

But before she could straighten up, her neck was pulled down by Ye Xiu's hot arms and tightly imprisoned in his chest. His hot lips probed Pei Qingcheng's lips, tossing and turning on her own.

Pei Qingcheng's body was pressed against Ye Wen's chest. She hurriedly bowed and said, "Your wound."

"Never mind." Ye Wen gasped for breath as he held Pei Qingcheng's face in his hands, as if her lips were the spring, the source of his life.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were on fire, burning with his endless love for Pei Qingcheng.

Pei Qingcheng's brain felt as though it was struck by lightning.

She actually couldn't refuse, and she couldn't refuse, even though her eyes were burning hot and filled with heartbreak.

She actually closed her eyes.

What she didn't know was that she was responding to him.

When Ye Wen gently moved away from her lips, she lowered her head and realized that because of his slightly bent body, the wound on his chest had been ripped open, and a thick layer of gauze had seeped through.

"Your wound! I already told you not to move recklessly! " Pei Qingcheng hurriedly stood up from his body, "I'll call the doctor."

"Don't let them disturb us." Ye Wen pulled her hand and said calmly.

However, the blood on his wound had already dyed the gauze red, and he didn't seem to care at all.

It was as though in front of Pei Qingcheng, he had never cared about his own life.

He was tired. Was his life really that cheap in front of her?

He clutched Pei Qingcheng's hands tightly. In a moment of desperation, she could only lower her head and say, "Chairman Ye, your fate concerns my life and the fate of the Pei clan and the Pei clan. Therefore, I cannot be negligent."

"If I want to live, I won't die."

He looked at the man on the bed. Even though he was currently so weak, he was still the overweeningly overlord.

He could even control his own life, live as he pleased, and die as he wished.

Could it really be like this?

Looking at the increasing amount of blood on his chest, she also knew that this man was stubborn. Maybe she wouldn't be able to convince him for now.

She could only soften her tone. "Can you let the doctor have a look?"

It was probably because Pei Qingcheng had never used such a tone to talk to him before, and her tired hands gradually relaxed, that she was able to push down on the beeper.

The physician quickly rushed over. Unsure of what was going on, Ding Han and the bodyguards rushed in from outside the door as well.

Ding Han's face paled in fright. As he spoke his heart, Ding Han's loyalty was well-deserved.

Pei Qingcheng comforted him softly, "He should be fine."

"Is that so?" Ding Han still had lingering fear in his heart. I have just woken up, I must not have anything good.

At this time, the doctor opened the gauze, saw the tired wound, and could not help but mutter to himself, "Why did the wound split open?" Chairman Ye, did you do anything intense? Or were you agitated just now? "

Enduring the immense pain, Ye Ye Wen did not even frown as he asked indifferently, "When are you planning to see this? Are you still not going to wrap it up?"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Ding Han turned his head to look at Pei Qingcheng, only to realize that two red clouds had appeared on her cheeks.

His mind jolted. Judging from his wife's actions just now, even if I didn't do some unspeakable things, it should be enough.