Chapter 164

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Accompanying Care at Changling Hospital, Fulfilling Xie Shang (Second Update) Gu Yihuan slept on the couch.

Someone pushed the door open and sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed.

Xie Shang opened his eyes—and in a flash, the light pierced into them, dazzling. That discomfort of going abruptly from dark to bright instinctively makes one close their eyes to reduce the intensity of the light, but Xie Shang didn’t. He looked straight into it, letting his eyes get scorched hot.

“You finally came.”

Wen Changling glanced at the sofa and said in a low voice, “You haven’t slept.”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Wen Changling didn’t want to come; it was the Chinese honeycomb playing tricks, keeping her from sleeping, which was why she came. She felt that the Chinese honeycomb was similar to alcohol, temporarily numbing people’s nerves, making their actions and behavior abnormal.

Anyway, she wouldn’t light it again; this was just this one time.

“Does your wound hurt?”

“It hurts.”

Xie Shang was showing his weakness to her.

“Do you want to call the doctor to give you pain medication?”

He shook his head, his eyes slightly reddened from staring directly into the light, “Just stay with me until dawn, then you can go.”

“Okay.”

Wen Changling agreed quickly, making Xie Shang feel it was unreal.

She stood up, walked around to the side without the IV stand, lifted a corner of the blanket, “Move over a little.”

Xie Shang moved to the side, his eyes constantly on Wen Changling, his movements slightly sluggish.

Wen Changling lay down.

“Xingxing.”

“Hmm.”

There was a faint smell of smoke on Wen Changling’s body.

It must have been the fire from the incense burning too fiercely, as agarwood would only give off such a smell when overly burned.

“Do you have a wish now?” Wen Changling thought since she came, since she was going to be reckless, she might as well go all out, “Don’t mention the one before, think of a different one that I can help you fulfill right now.”

This was the second time Wen Changling asked Xie Shang for a wish.

Xie Shang looked towards the sofa: “Xiao Huan.”

“Hmm?”

Gu Yihuan, having been called, woke up dazedly, kicked off the blankets, and sat up, his head swiveling left and right, still unable to discern directions.

Xie Shang said: “Leave.”

“Huh?”

“Go out.”

Gu Yihuan at first was bewildered, then slowly woke from his doziness, and upon seeing the bulging blanket on the hospital bed, he belatedly realized, “... Oh.”

Heartless Miss Wen had finally arrived.

Gu Yihuan, with his own blanket in tow, glanced at the hospital bed a couple of times, holding back his exploding curiosity as he left the room and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Xie Shang turned off the light.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling was hugged tightly by him.

She acknowledged with a “Hmm.”

Xie Shang held her hand, placed it on his body, and after waiting a moment, guided her hand to touch himself.

Wen Changling understood what he wanted.

“Your wound hasn’t healed.”

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if it hurts.”

Xie Shang never felt real.

He desired a strong sensory stimulation, wanted Wen Changling to yield to him, to soothe him, to make him concretely know that he wasn’t superfluous.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling hummed in response, then fulfilled his wish.

In the darkness, their breathing was heavy.

Xie Shang removed the needle from his right hand and hugged Wen Changling tightly, “Only you will do this with me, there won’t be anyone else, right?”

“Hmm.”

At least, he was different.

He took Wen Changling’s hand once more, teaching her.

Like the end of the world, he wanted to indulge in the ultimate revelry regardless of anything else.

*****

There was a bathroom in the single patient room; the sound of water ran for a while, then stopped.

Xie Shang used his towel to dry Wen Changling’s hands, and kissed her palm.

Wen Changling withdrew her hand, “You’re still kissing.”

He laughed.

Only then did Wen Changling notice, “It seems the incision has split.” There was a bit of blood on his clothes; she knelt down, lifted his clothes to check the wound.

“It doesn’t matter.”

There was blood on the gauze.

Wen Changling reflected for a moment. She shouldn’t have treated a patient that way; her expression became serious, “I’m going to call the nurse.”

But Xie Shang pulled her without letting go, leaning down to kiss her; without giving any space, fervently kissing her while he hoisted her up onto the towel-laid washstand. Her knee unintentionally hit his incision; he didn’t feel the pain but found it exhilarating instead.

He admitted; he was a despicable person. If it hadn’t been in the hospital, he wouldn’t have stopped at all, he would’ve gone all out without care, then hoped for the night to never end.