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When the sun touched the corners of her eyes and the light woke her, she opened her eyes and found herself lying in her tired arms.

The events of the night before flashed through her mind, one by one.

His chest was covered in layers of gauze, and traces of blood were seeping out. It wasn't as scary as it seemed, but since the blood had already seeped into the surface of the gauze, the wound must have been torn from last night's intense exercise.

When did she start to care about him?

And Zhang Ye was feeling tired, as if he was sleeping soundly. He closed his eyes and did not move at all. He could not even feel his breath.

Pei Qingcheng suddenly felt a sense of panic. Could he be dead?

He placed his ear on Ye Zichen's chest, and only after hearing the sound of Ye Zichen's heart beating in his chest did his uneasy heart calm down.

What was she panicking about?

They were actually afraid of Ye Xiu getting tired to death?

An arm was wrapped around her shoulders. She knew that Ye Xiu had woken up.

But she did not move, did not struggle, and just quietly snuggled into his embrace.

The entire world was quiet, and Pei Qingcheng was thinking of nothing. It was a rare occurrence that her brain was emptied.

Right in this quiet atmosphere, there was a fierce knock on the door. Steward Hu's voice came from outside the door, "Madam, madam, are you awake?" I came in? "

Not knowing what had happened, it made Housekeeper Hu forget his manners.

With that, Housekeeper Hu hastily opened the door and said, "Madam, has Mister been in touch with you? When the doctor checked the room this morning, he found that you weren't in the ward anymore and have been discharged before you had fully recovered. What if there's something wrong?"

This was because he saw Pei Qingcheng lying on the bed in the bedroom, nestled in Ye Xiwen's arms.

Housekeeper Hu was stuck. He didn't expect his husband to be discharged from the hospital and go home to sleep with his wife.

Housekeeper Hu was tongue-tied and was extremely embarrassed. He retreated step by step, "Oh, I'm fine. I-I'll go out first. Mister, are you eating breakfast at home?" I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it. "

He stepped back to the door, opened it, and slipped out.

Pei Qingcheng's body was stiff, and she was still curled up in her arms.

Who would have thought that Housekeeper Hu would come into the room so early in the morning? When he saw their appearances, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

However, Pei Qingcheng lowered her head and stared at herself. Was there even a need to think so randomly? It was already very obvious.

Embarrassed, she got up from his arms and stretched out an arm from under the blanket to search for her cotton blanket by the bedside.

A warm velvet quilt draped over her shoulders, and Nightingale straightened up. The high-ranking officer helped her tidy up, and her eyebrows jumped with the pleasure of having slept all night. "You're up, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"No need." She got out of bed in a hurry and searched the floor for her slippers, but she couldn't find them.

Unknowingly, Ye Wen had already woken up. He stood behind her and suddenly lifted her up. Before she could even cry out in shock, he had already lifted her up and stepped on her feet.

He whispered in her ear, "The ground is cold."

In fact, the ground was warm and not cold at all.

Pei Qingcheng moved a little, "Your wound."

"The wound is on my chest, but not on my feet." He put his arms around her from behind. "Have you ever played that kind of game? The kind where two people walk with their feet tied together? "

Pei Qingcheng shook her head and laughed softly. Her laughter was as light as the morning breeze. It was rare to hear Ye Xiwen laugh so tiredly, it actually made one feel relaxed and happy.

Pei Qingcheng was in a daze as Nightmare was already supporting her by the waist. The two of them walked towards the washroom as if they were connected bodies.

Standing in front of the big mirror on the washstand, because Pei Qingcheng was standing on the back of her tired feet, she happened to be right next to Ye Mo's tired face. Their faces were pressed together like a baby's.

Such an intimate posture caused Pei Qingcheng to blush and her heart to palpitate involuntarily. She couldn't help but think of last night as well.

She was truly mad, truly drunk. In the end, she admitted that she was not being half-hearted, but was desperately trying to accommodate to the tiredness, feeling like she was going all out.

Why did this happen?

Both she and Yin Ha had never been close to each other, so why would she give herself to Ye Wen as a gift?

How many times had she seen her husband?

She held an electric toothbrush to the tip of her nose. The toothpaste had already been squeezed in.

This was the first time that Pei Qingcheng had applied a watermelon flavored toothpaste. It was a red, translucent paste, and it looked extremely beautiful.

She took it and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet taste of the watermelon was rich and refreshing.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she and Ye Yan hugged each other as they brushed their teeth. Their mouths were full of bubbles, and they actually fit each other perfectly.

The electric toothbrush made a sizzling sound. He brushed his teeth with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist to keep her from falling off his feet.

She would have liked to ask him if it hurt to step on it, but Fatigue always had a patience for pain that puzzled her.

The two of them rinsed their mouths with a cup, washed their faces with a towel, and wiped their faces with the end of the towel.

The towel was very soft, and when she gently pulled it off her face, Nightingale happened to be looking at her with a calm gaze and clear eyes.

He reached out from behind the towel and placed his palm on her cheek. He rubbed his thumb lightly across her face.

Is that so? Was her skin glowing?

Pei Qingcheng touched her own face unconsciously, but she had slept pretty well last night. When she woke up at night, she was thirsty, so she immediately brought some warm water to her lips. She closed her eyes and drank it all, and then continued to sleep in her arms.

Therefore, it was as if she was sleeping very well beside him.

She had thought that during the years of her dream life, she would not be able to sleep or eat, but on the contrary, she could eat and sleep.

She lowered her eyes, not knowing what to say. The tip of her nose just happened to touch the gauze covering his chest.

"Are you going back to the hospital?" she whispered.

"Hm." Nightingale was combing her hair, and his movements were gentle. The comb was also very good, the kind that did not tug at hair.

"Then, let's go to the hospital after breakfast."

When he didn't reply, Pei Qingcheng raised her head and looked at him. He was completely absorbed in helping her comb her hair, as if this was an incredible matter.

Taking in a deep breath, Pei Qingcheng felt that she had to show off, "From today onwards, I won't be drinking too much. I won't be as drunk as I was yesterday."

"Drinking too much will hurt your health." He combed his hair and tied a ribbon around her long, supple curls with a bow.

"Is your wound open again?" Pei Qingcheng looked at the gauze covering his chest, and could faintly see traces of blood seeping through.

"Are you caring about me?" All of a sudden, Ye Wen grabbed Pei Qingcheng's hand, and her fingers trembled.

She did not withdraw her hand, but her entire body was still trembling slightly. "Remember to reject me the next time you see me go crazy. Don't let me hurt you again."

"At that time, why did you wake me up? Why are you crying? " a warm hand on her shoulder.

This question, Pei Qingcheng had never gone into depth herself.

Because at that time, he wanted to cry, because he saw him lifeless, as if he was going to die, so he cried.

No reason, no reason.

She paused, and her grip on the corner of his pajamas tightened. "Yes, I was too drunk to stab you because I was afraid, but if you die, Dint will be in trouble, and I'll be in even more trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that. I've already made the arrangements."

"Arrange what?" She looked up at Ye Xiu's tired eyes in confusion.

"Arrange my future. You, Pei Zhijun, your mother, and Madam Pei have arranged everything well. The remaining warmth from my death is still there. No one will dare to touch you."

Pei Qingcheng was dumbfounded, she could not utter a single word.

Had Nightingale really arranged everything for him?

Was it because he had already predicted that Pei Qingcheng would do something impulsive to him?

Her heart ached so much that she would have fallen off his feet if she had not held on to his lapels.

After a long while, she finally opened her mouth, "Since you're saying this, aren't you afraid that I'll go crazy one day and give you another cut?"

"I already planned to give you this life. If you let me live for one more day, then that would be earning money." There was no resentment or regret in his tone. On the contrary, there was only elation and happiness.

He was tired. When would he need someone to give him a life of charity?

Did he really have to put himself in such a lowly and even lowly position in the relationship between the two of them?

She didn't want to continue with these kinds of questions. She acted as if she had made up her mind. "This is the last time I'll hurt you. You survived both times I've injured you. This is heaven's will!"

"What divine will?"

"You saved the Pei clan, and I hurt you. So, let's just forget about the grudge between us."

"You've really let go of Yin Ha's death?"

"That is another matter. In short, even the police say that you are innocent. What else can I say?" Pei Qingcheng laughed bitterly at herself, "I am not a judge, I can't condemn someone for their crimes."