The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Song Meihua didn't sleep all night last night and didn't get much rest today. She looked tired and the dark circles under her eyes were very obvious.

Seeing this, Wen Xiaorou quickly persuaded her to rest on the empty bed next to her, and she would keep watch.

Song Xun's condition is still unstable now, so someone needs to be watching him all the time, so we need to leave someone to keep watch.

Originally, Song Meihua was not confident in Wen Xiaorou coming to keep watch. After all, the person in trouble was her relative, and Wen Xiaorou was just a stranger she had just met not long ago.

But in the middle of the night, Song Meihua could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Wen Xiaorou gently helped her lie down and covered her with a quilt.

Song Meihua was really exhausted, and even so, she didn't wake up.

Wen Xiaorou sat on a small chair next to Song Xun's bed, holding her chin and looking at the boy on the bed.

Wen Xiaorou knew that Song Xun was older than her. He was now 17 years old, 180 cm tall, with a handsome face, beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes.

When Song Xun first arrived in their village, he attracted the love of many girls in the village. But later they found out that his family were prisoners in labor camps. The adults in the village did not allow their children to associate with the Song family, let alone marry their daughters to Song Xun, so the girls could only secretly pay attention to Song Xun behind his back.

Wen Xiaorou sat there, her eyes couldn't help but be attracted by Song Xun's face.

Song Xun is worthy of being from the city. His skin is even whiter and more delicate than that of the girls in the village.

Probably because it was inconvenient to cut hair in the village, Song Xun's hair was directly cut into a neat crew cut, which made him look particularly energetic.

Song Xun's eyebrows are very thick and have a beautiful shape.

Song Xun's eyelashes are very long and thick. When his eyes are closed, his eyelashes are like two fans.

My head hurts. Why can't I open my eyes?

Wen Xiaorou was still immersed in Song Xun's handsome appearance when she suddenly heard these words.

She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened in disbelief.

She looked at Song Xun in front of her, unable to believe that the voice she had just expressed came from Song Xun.

Song Xun is clearly unconscious?

[I remember being hit on the head by a rock on the mountain. Am I dead?]

The voice said again with doubt.

This time, Wen Xiaorou was completely certain that the voice she heard came from Song Xun.

She couldn't help but reveal an expression of surprise. If this was the case, it proved that Song Xun was not dead yet, and was not brain dead or in a vegetative state as the doctor said.

Wen Xiaorou looked at Song Meihua and saw that she was sleeping soundly and there was no one around.

So she leaned over to Song Xun's ear with peace of mind and said in a low voice, "Song Xun, you are in the hospital now, but you are still in a coma, so you can't open your eyes."

[Can you hear me? Who are you?] Song Xun seemed to hear Wen Xiaorou's voice and asked quickly.

"I'm Wen Xiaorou. Do you remember me? I fainted from hunger on the side of the road and you saved me." Wen Xiaorou said. She looked at Song Xun expectantly, wondering if he still remembered her.

After Song Xun saved her, Wen Xiaorou always kept it in mind and couldn't help but pay attention to Song Xun.

"It's you. You said I was in the hospital, but why are you next to me? Where are my grandfather and aunt?" Song Xun asked curiously.

"Aunt Song and Grandpa Song have been guarding you for a long time and are tired. As for me... it's a long story, but I couldn't stay at home any longer, so Aunt Song and Grandpa Song were so kind as to take me in." Wen Xiaorou's voice dropped a little when she said this.

Song Xun didn't find it strange when he heard this. His grandfather and aunt were both very kind people. In fact, Song Xun had heard that Wen Xiaorou had a miserable life in the Wen family.

Song Xun did not continue the topic, but asked in confusion.

"You said I'm still unconscious in the hospital, but how could you hear me? No, I should just be thinking about it in my mind and not saying it out loud, right?" Song Xun felt more and more puzzled the more he thought about it.

Wen Xiaorou bit her lip, but still told others about her special ability without hiding it.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have been able to hear other people's thoughts since I was a child." Wen Xiaorou once told this to her family, but they didn't believe it and thought she was mentally ill.

Song Xun is the only person besides her family that Wen Xiaorou has told this secret to.

She couldn't help but feel a little nervous, as she was afraid that Song Xun would think she was mentally ill.

"I didn't expect this kind of superpower to exist in the real world. You're amazing. I'm lucky to have you. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how boring it would be to lie here motionless." Song Xun said softly.

Wen Xiaorou's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly, "Do you believe me? I told this secret to my family, and they all thought I was crazy! No one believed me..."

Having said that, Wen Xiaorou's voice couldn't help but drop.

"Xiao Rou, please don't tell this secret to anyone else. I'm worried someone might use you to do something bad." Song Xun quickly warned Wen Xiao Rou after hearing what she said.

Song Xun came from the city. He had just finished his senior year of high school. His grandfather and father were both officials in government agencies, and his aunt was a university teacher. He had a wide range of knowledge and knew more than Wen Xiaorou expected.

Wen Xiaorou nodded obediently, then she suddenly remembered that Song Xun was still unconscious and couldn't see her movements, so she quickly said, "Thank you, I understand. I'll only tell you this."

After Wen Xiaorou finished speaking, she remembered Song Xun's current condition and hurriedly asked, "Song Xun, are you feeling unwell? The doctor said you were hit on the head and may be brain dead. You are now under observation."

"My head hurts a bit, and I want to wake up but I can't." Song Xun said in a very depressed tone. Anyone who finds themselves in this state would find it hard to accept.

Wen Xiaorou noticed Song Xun's mood and quickly comforted him, "Song Xun, you will be fine. The fact that you can talk to me so clearly proves that there is nothing wrong with your brain. Maybe you will wake up in two days."

Although Wen Xiaorou said this, she was also very worried in her heart.

Wen Xiaorou lowered her eyes and couldn't help but hold Song Xun's slender white hand. She asked softly, "I'm holding your hand now. Do you feel it?"

Song Xun felt it and said truthfully, "I can feel it." He seemed relieved that he could feel Wen Xiaorou's touch.

Wen Xiaorou couldn't help but smile and said happily: "Look, you can feel my touch, which proves that you should be fine. You should have a good rest and don't worry too much. If you need anything, you can tell me."