Jing Dong is very straight

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The hand holding the corner of the quilt suddenly tightened.

"Did I worry you?"

The hand resting on Tang Qiubai's forehead moved away slowly, with less hindrance, the eyes of the two met.

Tang Qiubai raised his head and looked straight at her, Jing Shuyun's eyes were turbulent, mixed with gratitude, fear and apology.

"Well, it made me worry." Weiliang's fingertips stroked Tang Qiubai's eyebrows along his forehead little by little, "I should have turned down the video conference."

There was still a band-aid on the end of the eyebrows, and the fingertips slid to the edge of the band-aid. Instead of daring to lean on it, they replaced it with fingertips, and gently and nostalgicly circled the edge, as if drawing a circle.

"Does it still hurt?"

A susu itchy feeling was transmitted from the skin Jing Shuyun caressed directly to Tang Qiubai's heart through the meridians, and it felt like a feather swept by for a moment, and even the tip of his heart trembled.

"No, no one expected this."

"It doesn't hurt."

Jing Shuyun's fingertips twirled twice on the edge of the band-aid at the end of the eyebrows, then continued to caress down the face, staying at the edge of Tang Qiubai's pale lips.

"When I found you, it was still oozing blood."

"When I fell, I might have been scratched by gravel."

Jing Shuyun didn't speak, and his eyes stayed on Tang Qiubai's lips for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he went straight to the round table with an oblique corner.

Looking at her figure, Tang Qiubai suddenly remembered something and said, "I can't seem to find my phone..."

"I bought you a new one."

When Jing Shuyun turned around and returned to the sick bed, he was holding a mobile phone packaging box in one hand and a thermos in the other.

Tang Qiubai took the packing box from Jing Shuyun's hand, put it on his lap, and when he went to pick up the thermos with the other hand, Jing Shuyun avoided it.

Why?Not for me to drink?

Tang Qiubai suddenly looked at her in surprise.

"I'll test the water temperature."

"Oh……"

Being taken care of like a child made Tang Qiubai feel a little helpless, but at the same time he also felt a different pampering.

Tang Qiubai lowered his head and opened the mobile phone packaging box, and took out a new mobile phone from the inside. As expected, it was the latest model of a brand. Just two days before the team building, Tang Qiubai accidentally saw the brand's live broadcast conference.

After turning it on, Tang Qiubai took a brief look. She didn't really care about any new functions, but the information in the old phone was gone, and even the phone card had to be reported as lost.

Jing Shuyun seemed to understand Tang Qiubai's mind, "I'm afraid you won't find me, so I'll save my phone number first."

Sure enough, Tang Qiubai clicked into the address book, and Jing Shuyun's mobile phone number was displayed at the top of the originally empty address book, but the word "A Jing" was written next to a string of numbers instead of her name.

Tang Qiubai's eyes were attracted by this note, and he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, "Ah Jing, Ah Jing."

Before Tang Qiubai could ask, Jing Shuyun noticed Tang Qiubai's pause, and instead took the phone from her, and put it on the cabinet next to the sick bed.

"The ones starting with A are at the top, so don't look for them."

What Jing Shuyun said was natural and straightforward, Tang Qiubai was stunned suddenly, the voice passed through the ears and entered the brain, and the heart speeded up in vain.

"Ajing..."

Tang Qiubai inadvertently read it in a low voice.

Jing Shuyun didn't turn her head to look at her, but tilted the thermos cup with one hand and poured water into the lid. When she heard the murmur, the water flow stopped slightly, her movements paused, and then with a natural expression, she used her fingertips to Dip the hot water in the lid of the dipped cup.

Seems to be the right temperature.

When Jing Shuyun glanced over, Tang Qiubai looked at her dully, but Jing Shuyun held the lid of the cup and approached Tang Qiubai.

Tang Qiubai froze for a few seconds, and was about to pick her up, but Jing Shuyun avoided Tang Qiubai's hand again without a trace.

"The doctor said." Jing Shuyun's voice was calm and serious as usual in a meeting, and his expression became serious.

These three words suddenly gave Tang Qiubai a bad feeling in his mind, and even showed many TV drama scenes of serious illness and cancer.

In the next second, Jing Shuyun continued, "You need to moisten your lips first when you wake up."

Before Tang Qiubai could react, his fingertips, which still had the last trace of hot water, touched Tang Qiubai's soft lips.

The delicate, smooth and moist fingertips gently rubbed the dry lips, like a sudden rainstorm in the hot summer, and it was more like an invisible urn being touched by this spark. ignite.

Tang Qiubai's heartbeat was getting louder and louder, almost jumping out of his chest. The hand on the quilt turned into grabbing a corner at some point, the palm was soaked with sweat, and the finger bones were turning white from the force.

Tang Qiubai was leaning against the sick bed, with a pillow behind her head, and Jing Shuyun was standing beside her bed, there was already a difference in height between the two.

When Jing Shuyun leaned down, not only was the distance between the two of them shortened, but also Tang Qiubai could not retreat.

The gentle breath sprinkled slowly on Tang Qiubai's neck and cheeks, and within a short while the skin that was blown by the breath was flushed from the inside out.

Jing Shuyun's left hand rested on the pillow next to her head, and it was perfectly stuck in Tang Qiubai's position.

Tang Qiubai could faintly feel his own heat radiating out continuously.