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Zhou Zhi stayed at Aying's house.

First of all, he didn't mean to say anything bad about Aying. Secondly, Zhou Zhi didn't understand why he, an ordinary wounded soldier, had to sleep with Aying.

"Are you and the other patients like this? Hiccup—"

I swear to God, Zhou Zhi had absolutely no other intention in saying this, but after hearing this, Ah Ying's face turned red, and anyone with eyes could see that he was very angry.

Zhou Zhi thought about it later and realized that such an innocent little girl must be very loyal to her husband and a very conservative man. Her question seemed to be questioning his character and personality. No wonder he was angry.

"I didn't mean that."

Aying became even angrier.

He stood in the corner, not looking at Zhou Zhi: "What do you mean! What are you thinking about!"

Zhou Zhi's eyes flickered for a moment: What is he talking about?

Before she could figure it out, Ah Ying's voice continued to come from the corner: "It's obvious that they all have families, and there are no patients like you. I mean well, but you have to think too much..."

In Zhou Zhi's previous perception, she always thought it was strange for a man to act coquettishly. It was not until she saw Aying acting coquettishly that she realized she was a hypocritical person.

I don’t know if it’s because of Ah Ying’s face or her unconscious coquettish nature, but now her son Zhou Zhi feels that it’s quite attractive when a man acts coquettishly.

Zhou Zhi secretly exhaled, and in order to avoid thinking too deeply about it, she spoke to divert her attention.

"I'm sorry, Aying, I'm sorry to bother you so much. It's my fault this time."

"I do not blame you."

"But I have to apologize if I'm wrong."

Ah Ying poked the hole in the tree house and said "hmm" softly: "I accept."

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but sigh that he had a really good temper.

Zhou Zhi's mind is now a little clearer, and she finally remembers that in the end, she still has to sleep with Aying!

However, Zhou Zhi looked up and down at Aying who was still poking the tree hole, and for a moment, he felt that it didn't matter.

They sleep together, I wonder who is more passionate.

Zhou Zhi had difficulty turning over and always felt uneasy when sleeping at night. As careful as Aying was, he quickly noticed that Zhou Zhi was not sleeping well.

"What's wrong with you? Does the wound hurt?"

Zhou Zhi remained silent, feeling a little awkward, and did not tell Aying.

"No, I'm used to my bed, but I'm a little uncomfortable with burping."

Zhou Zhi thought she could dispel Ah Ying's doubts, but the next second she heard the sound of him getting up. She hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

In her hasty questioning, she burped again.

Ah Ying smiled in the flickering flames: "It's okay, you go to sleep first."

Then he strode out the door and closed it softly.

Zhou Zhi was the only one left in the room again. Perhaps because it was too quiet, Zhou Zhi's nerves quickly relaxed and even his wounds didn't feel itchy anymore. Or perhaps for some other reason, Zhou Zhi quickly fell asleep.

Aying quietly pushed open the door, saw the person sleeping on the bed, slowly walked over, squatted down, and didn't even dare to get too close to the oil lamp for fear of disturbing her dream.

"What on earth are you?"

He murmured, smoothing the frown between her brows.

"Why do you frown when you sleep?"

He knew no one would respond to him, but he asked it anyway, and it seemed like someone had already answered it for her.

"Sister Zhizhi, whether you can take me out depends on your ability. I won't help you."

He said this with certainty, his eyes fixed on the sleeping person in front of him, as if he wanted to see through every inch of her skin and remember it firmly, so that even the separation and reunion would not seem so hasty.

"You clearly promised me to take me home, where is she?"

"You ran away without telling me..."

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, but his voice remained low and his eyes became more and more ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"I won't help you, you have to figure it out on your own."

He said it again, trying to convince himself secretly.

Zhou Zhi also felt uncomfortable in her dream. She had an uneasy feeling as if someone was staring at her, especially her back, which seemed to be itching again and was very uncomfortable. But she couldn't reach out her hand to scratch it. She felt extremely uncomfortable.

In reality, Aying just looked at her as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and stretched them back desperately, and smiled.

The next second, he stretched out his hand: "Can I help you tickle it?"

Zhou Zhi naturally did not answer. He continued to reach out his hand naturally, but froze when he touched the fabric on her back.

"I won't help you."

This sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, catching him off guard.

Zhou Zhi felt even more uncomfortable and wanted to roll around whining.

Ah Ying's eyelids drooped, the girl's face was reflected motionlessly in his eyes, but for some reason, somewhere in his heart, he was in great turmoil.

Finally, he blew out the oil lamp, lay down behind her, and reached out to continue scratching her as if in compromise.

It seems that darkness can give him enough confidence to hide his selfishness.

"Open your eyes and look. I might be able to help you."

His voice was hoarse, as if he was afraid that she would actually hear him admit defeat.

Unfortunately, as he wished, Zhou Zhi slept well and lost the good opportunity to take a shortcut.