Chapter 433: 433: My mouth is bitter, I don’t want sugar, I want you (one more update
The man kneeling on the carpet had only one thought: It’s over!
This big freak, when in a bad mood, enjoyed torturing people. And from his expression alone, you couldn’t tell he was upset—people only realized it after he’d finished tornting them: Oh, Young Master Zhi is in a bad mood, huh.
He asked indifferently, “Is he dead?”
“No.”
Still indifferent: “Call Xiao Yi over.”
“Yes.”
After giving the order, he picked up the dagger again, placed it on the fire to reheat it, and ignored the kneeling man from start to end: “Why is she so disobedient.”
He? Or she?
The man slumped on the floor, his back cold.
Three hours after the surgery, Zhou Xufang woke up. Only Jiang Zhi was in the hospital room, leaning over her bed.
She was weak, her voice barely a whisper: “Jiang… Zhi…”
Jiang Zhi imdiately looked up.
“Are you hurt?” He was wearing hospital attire.
“No, the hospital didn’t have any other clothes.”
“Your eyes are so red.” Zhou Xufang reached out and touched the corner of his eye, “Did you cry?”
Jiang Zhi turned his head away: “No.”
Zhou Xufang touched where he lay, the sheet damp: “Liar.”
Fine, he wouldn’t lie. He gazed at her with those teary eyes, red and moist, beautiful yet vulnerable: “Zhou Xufang.”
“Mhm.”
He grasped her hand, the icy palm against his cheek, eyes overflowing with emotion suppressed not long ago: “Next ti this happens, can you run away first?”
He didn’t need Zhou Xufang to be a hero lauded by everyone, he just wanted her safe and sound, a little selfishness was fine, as long as she was free from pain and illness.
Zhou Xufang, still groggy, thought for a long, long ti before nodding: “Okay.”
On the ambulance, she had a brief mont of clarity; in a haze, she saw Jiang Zhi leaning over the stretcher, his beautiful eyes filled with tears.
At that mont, she thought that in the future she should beco a bit more timid, a bit more selfish, not heed too much to others’ cries, because others were not the only ones who cried, Jiang Zhi did too, others weren’t the only ones with families, she had one too. Maybe she couldn’t do it, but she needed to hesitate, in that hesitating mont, to think more about Jiang Zhi.
“Jiang Zhi,” she murmured quietly, “my mouth tastes bitter.”
Jiang Zhi bent down to kiss her: “Still bitter?”
“Still.”
He kissed her lips lightly, gently licking.
Actually, it wasn’t bitter; she just wanted to kiss him.
Whether he tasted the dicine unclear, Jiang Zhi was too shaken up, still sowhat numb: “Need more?”
Wait a bit for more.
Zhou Xufang struggled to raise her hand, touching her belly: “How about the baby?”
Jiang Zhi put her hand back under the covers, holding it without letting go: “The baby is fine, it’s you who’s not, you are pregnant and can’t use heavy painkillers. Once the anesthesia wears off, you’ll feel the pain.”
She imdiately said, “I’m not afraid of pain.”
People who have suffered are generally not afraid of pain.
Jiang Zhi asked her, “Are you afraid of feeling pain?”
She blinked, her expression a bit dazed: “Afraid.”
He moved closer, letting her see more clearly, like soone who’s wandered the desert for a long ti, his eyes gritty, his voice hoarse: “Then rember this pain I feel and don’t let go through this again.”
Her eyes reflected his image, moist pupils, blood-red lips, eyes wet from crying, lips reddened from biting.
Zhou Xufang nodded vigorously: “Okay.”
He seed not to believe her, still a bit angry: “You promise so prettily.”
He knew all too well what kind of person she was, the kind who couldn’t be corrupted.
His anger was real, but he was even more angry with himself; he was too soft in front of her, unable to corrupt her, instead subtly influenced by her—it was all fate!
Jiang Zhi continued kissing her: “Still bitter?”
“Mhm.”
He patiently pecked her lips, thinking it was really bitter: “You just had surgery, you can’t drink water yet, I’ll ask the doctor if you can have so sugar.”
He just stood up when Zhou Xufang grabbed him: “I don’t want sugar.”
He sat back down, his patience like that used on a child: “Then what do you want?”
Her back hurt, so she slightly shifted to lie on her side: “I want you.”
The irritation he had just felt vanished instantly at her words, resignedly he presented himself: “You might as well tornt to death, Zhou Xufang.”
Initially, Zhou Xufang thought Jiang Zhi was a bit delicate and sowhat temperantal, she wasn’t the only one who thought so, Jiang Zhi’s friends also believed he was high maintenance and needed pampering. But as ti went on, she realized that Jiang Zhi seed less delicate, and it was she who beca more so, Jiang Zhi grew more and more patient, more and more without limits.
Ah Wan said that the spoiled beco delicate, while those who spoil others beco increasingly obedient to them.
Late into the night, Zhou Xufang was awoken by pain several tis, not sure if it was because of the pregnancy, but her sense of pain was extraordinarily sharp.
Jiang Zhi hadn’t slept al…
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