C45

"There was an accident, the chicken soup spilled." Pei Qingcheng stood in front of her tired bed and said.

"No problem, it's good that you're here." Ye Wen's tired eyes carefully slipped over her hand, and then he stretched out his hand to her. "See if it's hot or not."

"I'm fine, I was far away when the chicken soup spilled." As she spoke, Pei Qingcheng extended her hand over and placed it on her palm, which was still warm from the heat.

His fingers gently caressed the back of Pei Qingcheng's hand. To be honest, it was as though an ancient zither was resting in his heart, as his long, white fingers caressed the strings of her heart.

Returning to the day of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream, she had come into intimate contact with Ye Wen more than once.

Even though Pei Qingcheng kept reminding herself of her relationship with Nightmare, every time she came into close contact with him, she would not feel the disgust and disgust that she had expected.

Perhaps this was the charm of sleepiness.

Pei Qingcheng noticed that he was not wearing the hospital gown. In the afternoon, he had changed again.

A pair of coffee-colored pajamas, like an oversized bar of fragrant chocolate, makes one salivate.

Embarrassed, she pulled back her hand and asked hesitantly, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Ye Wen shook his head sleepily, "I'll wait for you to eat together with me."

Only then did she notice that there was a lunchbox from her family on the table.

She then walked over to open the lunchbox and gave him the portion that Ye Xiu was tired of.

Only when she handed it to him did she remember that it was not convenient for Ye Wen to eat. His chest was still covered with a thick layer of gauze.

After some thought, she said hesitantly, "I'll feed you?"

The man declined to comment and just calmly sat on the bed, waiting for Pei Qingcheng to feed him.

He had just woken up and was only able to eat liquid porridge. Originally, it was with chicken soup, but now the chicken soup was gone and only the plain porridge was left.

Compared to Pei Qingcheng's dinner, it was much more sumptuous. It was a combination of many different colors, and it was a sight to behold.

Pei Qingcheng sat by his bedside with a bowl of porridge in her hands, and brought a spoonful of porridge to his lips.

The white spoon touched his pale pink lips so that the contrast could see that they had recovered a little color.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat guilty. This was the first time he felt guilty towards Ye Xiu.

Ever since he woke up, he had never complained to Pei Qingcheng in any way. It was almost as if the dagger in his chest was not stabbed by Pei Qingcheng.

The congee actually didn't taste good, but when Ye Wen drank it in large gulps, it was like it was a delicacy.

Pei Qingcheng had never fed anyone before, and Ye Wen could be considered the first person to do so.

Not even Yinha had ever enjoyed such treatment.

A bowl of porridge was quickly finished, Pei Qingcheng looked at his face and asked, "Are you full?"

"Not yet." Ye Wen shook his head sleepily.

The appetite of people who haven't had a fever is this good?

Pei Qingcheng poured another bowl for him before continuing to feed him.

Others see it as a happy and blissful scene, with a loving couple.

Pei Qingcheng had only been back for a short week, and Ye Wen had already stayed in the courtyard twice.

Previously, she thought Ye Wen was her nemesis.

In fact, she seemed more like his nemesis.

Or were they mutually exclusive?

He was a bit distracted. When he finished a spoonful of rice, he found a grain of rice by his tired lips and gently lifted his hand to take it down.

He had wanted to retract his hand, but he was stopped by Ye Xiu.

The man's eyes were as bright as the stars as he lightly pecked Pei Qingcheng's hand against the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, he panicked so much that his heart became numb and he forgot to retract his finger. He just stood there blankly as he held his finger.

"My fingers are cold. Is the heating in the room not warm enough?" Nightingale clenched her hands tightly, as if she was trying to transfer the heat from his palms to her fingers.

"Not cold." She hesitated.

His tired eyes rested on her face for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave her in his eyes.

His eyes were so bright that the waves seemed to flow in them like a tide.

Pei Qingcheng lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, beating extremely strangely.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely weird, one which Pei Qingcheng could not describe.

Originally, the two of them had always been at loggerheads, but at this moment, an aura that caused Pei Qingcheng to feel at peace flowed between them.

"Inclined." "This is the happiest moment of my life."

Happiness?

Even though Pei Qingcheng had lowered her head, she still caught a glimpse of the white gauze wrapped around his chest from the corner of her eyes.

He was stabbed and dying, and now he was telling her he was happy?

Pei Qingcheng pursed her lips, she felt that she had to make him understand his current situation, "I almost killed you."

"Now that you're sitting next to me and feeding me, I feel that the heavens have treated me very well." Ye Wen's voice was soft, but Pei Qingcheng knew that he was speaking the truth.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart. How was it to be loved like this by someone?

Moreover, this person was tired.

She withdrew her hand from his and said, "The porridge is going to get cold."

He did not open his mouth to eat the porridge, but instead said to her, "Qing Qing, don't be afraid, I don't really want much. You just need to stay by my side so that I can see you frequently, and I will be satisfied."

Was this really what Nightingale had said?

Ye Wen, who could cover the sky with one hand, told her that his request was so little that it was not even worth mentioning.

Should she be moved?

Maybe it was because she couldn't stand to talk anymore, or maybe it was because she couldn't take it anymore. She put the bowl on the bedside table and said in a confused voice, "I'm sorry, I'll go out and get some fresh air."

When she was by Ye Xiu's side, she would usually be unable to catch her breath.

She ran out of the room and up the back stairs, where the windows were usually wide open, and leaned against the wall, breathing deeply.

Why was his heart beating so fast? It was so fast that he had lost all sense of direction.

She had thought her heart had been still ever since Yinha's death.

But now, his heart was beating so wildly.

Because of what?

Because Ye Wen had just kissed her finger?

Or was it just a confession that placed him in the lowest position?

How could her heart be in such a mess for the sake of fatigue?

Could it be, that the chaos was because Ye Wen was hurt by her?

She took several deep breaths to calm her heart before turning around to leave the back stairs.

She heard Ding Han's voice, "Miss Shen, you're here."

"Oh, I'll give you some anti-swelling ointment. Look at your handsome face, it has swelled up since last night."

It was Shen Lo's voice. Pei Qingcheng stood behind the door and looked out. Shen Lo was wearing a white coat, and was handing Ding Han a bottle of ointment.

"Thank you, Shen Du, for your concern." Ding Han took it gratefully, "Actually, it's not too swollen."

"You are too cruel to yourself." Shen Lishan even had a thermos in his hand. "I'll bring some Western ginseng and chicken soup for your brother."

Shen Kui walked into the ward with the thermos.

It had to be said that Shen Li was an astute man.

It was obviously Ding Han who helped her take the blame, but even when she went in, she did not think of bringing Ding Han any ointment.

In this aspect, Shen Kui was countless times better than her.

It was no wonder that Nightingale did not dislike or evade this woman who was obviously his spouse. On the contrary, she always felt that there was a tacit understanding between Nightingale and Shen Lo that others did not have.

When Shen Li walked into the room, Pei Qingcheng came out from the back stairs.

Ding Han was surprised to see her out of the blue.

"Madam, you …"

"Listening to you from the corner." Pei Qingcheng admitted it straightforwardly.

Ding Han chuckled, "How can that be?"

Since Shen Lo was inside, Pei Qingcheng did not want to go in again. However, her bag and jacket were in her room, and she had not eaten her dinner yet.

Ding Han had already eagerly pushed open the door, "Madam, this way please."

She had no choice but to enter as the door was already open. Pei Qingcheng could only walk in.

Shen Li was serving the soup to Ye Wen, and was softly nagging him, as if she were the wife of Ye Wen. "Brother, you scared uncle and aunt this time, and I'm scared too. You don't have to scare me like that."

"Did it scare you?" Ye Wen murmured sleepily.

"What do you think?" Shen Lo's tone sounded as if he was complaining. There were not many people who would dare to use such a tone to talk to Ye Xiu.

Pei Qingcheng grew more and more curious about their relationship.

If it was Shen Lu's wishful thinking, Ye Wen wouldn't allow Shen Du to come close to him.

From the looks of it, their relationship wasn't that simple.

It was only after Shen Lo had called out to her that she finally came to her senses.

"Qingcheng!" "When did you arrive?"

She had clearly come first, so why did he still ask when she had arrived?

Pei Qingcheng quickly tidied up her expression and walked towards the table, "I've been here for a while."

"I had the kitchen stew Western Ginseng Chicken Soup. Qingcheng, you have some too." While he was speaking, Shen Lishan had already poured out two bowls of chicken soup.

"I don't like chicken soup or anything like that." What Pei Qingcheng said was the truth, she didn't like chicken soup very much and felt that it was too oily.

"But you don't look too good!" Shen Du inched closer to Pei Qingcheng, carefully inspecting her body and telling her everything.

Pei Qingcheng retreated a few steps back. Shen Cui had always been kind and cordial to her, but Pei Qingcheng didn't have a good impression of her. Even if she was smiling at her, it wouldn't be from the bottom of her heart.

"Since you are here, I will leave first." The sumptuous meal in the box on the table did not arouse Pei Qingcheng's appetite. She initially wanted to eat dinner in the sickroom, but as soon as Shen Lai appeared, she lost all interest.

Seeing that Pei Qingcheng was about to leave, Shen Du tried to persuade her like a mistress, "Did I come at the wrong time? "I was just there to give you chicken soup. Now that my mission has been accomplished, let me go!"

"No, I was going to go anyway." Pei Qingcheng pointed to the leftover half cup of porridge on the table and said, "There's still some that I want to eat. If he wants some, feed it to him."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the ward. He did not even look at Ye Ye Ye Xiwen's tired face. He just ran out of the room in a hurry.

When Ding Han saw her, he curiously asked, "Madam, what's wrong? Who's after you? "

No one was chasing her. What was chasing her was her inner demon.

Under Shen Cui's clear gaze, the murderer, Pei Qingcheng, felt that she was nowhere to be found.

Shen Kui could do anything intimate to Ye Wen. She had a clear conscience towards Ye Wen.

But she wasn't like that. She was the killer who had almost killed Ye Wen.