It seems like having gotten an answer, he can be with her.
"Mm." Ye Ranran nodded with difficulty.
She didn’t know what this nod ant for her and Jun Mochan, and even more, she didn’t know what bigger troubles might follow this nod.
However, she thought, the biggest trouble wouldn’t be worse than Fu Rong’s death, right?
"It must have cooled, you should have the congee now." Ye Ranran didn’t want to continue talking with Fu Rong, so she picked up the congee that had been set aside for a while and said.
This ti Fu Rong didn’t say anything, he nodded and obediently drank it one mouthful at a ti.
After eating, Ye Ranran tucked the corners of the blanket for Fu Rong and said, "Hurry and rest, you need more rest now."
Fu Rong moved slightly, and Ye Ranran held his shoulder down and asked, "What are you doing?"
In her urgency, her voice involuntarily rose and sounded rather sharp.
Fu Rong was not angry, instead, he smiled broadly: "You’re worried about ?"
This realization made him very happy, and Ye Ranran didn’t understand what he was happy about, given his situation, he could still be happy.
How about his heart and lungs?
Nevertheless, she nodded: "Yes, I’m quite worried about you."
She really hoped he would recover quickly, so she could leave.
"I want you to lie next to ." Fu Rong boldly spoke his request.
"You..." Ye Ranran didn’t have ti to say the word "crazy" before Tang Sheng covered her mouth.
"Your wound hasn’t healed yet, it’s not suitable for you to sleep with soone. If you don’t want your wound to worsen, you’d better not move recklessly."
Tang Sheng was subtly reminding Fu Rong, it was best not to be so impatient, otherwise, with Ye Ranran pressed too hard, he wouldn’t achieve anything.
Fu Rong could only follow his advice and nodded.
"But if you want to sleep beside , I want to hold your hand." Fu Rong retreated one big step.
Since they couldn’t lie together, holding hands was always okay, right?
"No, your arm can’t be exposed." Ye Ranran firmly refused: "Besides, my hand would get tired that way."
When she ntioned it later, her tone carried a slight grievance.
"Then I’ll hold your hand while sleeping, and you can leave once I’m asleep."
Fu Rong was particularly persistent about this, with a feeling of not giving up until the goal is reached.
Ye Ranran was really troubled by him, thinking if he sleeps early, she could be free sooner, so she just nodded.
Successfully holding Ye Ranran’s hand, Fu Rong obediently closed his eyes.
After about twenty minutes, Ye Ranran thought it was about ti and wanted to retract her hand, but Fu Rong held on tightly.
She tried to move a bit, and Fu Rong’s eyelashes imdiately moved.
Afraid of waking him up, Ye Ranran dared not move recklessly anymore.
At this mont, her phone in her pocket started vibrating, she used her left hand to take it out and found it was a call from Jun Mochan.
A smile imdiately appeared on her face, he really couldn’t bear to be angry at her.
Just about to answer, she realized her right hand couldn’t move.
This ti Ye Ranran didn’t hesitate anymore, she forcefully freed her hand from Fu Rong’s grip, and then walked out briskly.
Just out the door, Ye Ranran couldn’t wait to answer the phone.
"Are you okay?" Jun Mochan’s voice was as lodious as ever, with no change in tone, as if the previous unpleasantness hadn’t happened at all.
"I’m okay." In fact, not really okay, she didn’t feel okay at all.
But she didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to worry, she knew Jun Mochan had co this far and it was already quite good.
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