Your nemesis passed out again

Wen Ningshu responded, and before hanging up the phone, the other end was reluctantly exhorting.

As for what Wen Ningshu thought he should say, he really thought that Xun Qin would take it to heart.

At four o'clock in the morning, it was as if a boulder had been pressed against his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He opened his eyes and lay down on a half-lying body to adjust his breathing. After his illness worsened, he could even clearly feel the deteriorating condition of his body, and he hadn't recovered yet. , he felt a cold palm caressing his back, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xun Qin's concerned expression.

Under the uncontrollable light cough, the delicate eyebrows and brows in the eyes are tightly locked, and the eyes can't wait to lock Wen Ningshu into the eyes.

"Why are you here?" Wen Ningshu asked softly, the powerlessness could still be heard in his voice.

Xun Qin sat by the bed: "You said you wanted to see me the first time you woke up. I'm afraid you'd be disappointed if you woke up in the middle of the night and didn't see me at first sight."

These words were accompanied by Xun Qin's extremely serious voice, and Wen Ningshu couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh, it's true." Xun Qin put his arms around Wen Ningshu's shoulders, and with slight force, forced Wen Ningshu into his arms, "Tsk, I lost a lot of weight."

"Fortunately."

"When you recover, I will definitely make you fat again."

Wen Ningshu hummed, with a small mosquito sound. He was so ill that he couldn't lift his spirits up to now. Zi Tong's lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he leaned on Xun Qin's shoulders and closed his eyes tiredly.

Xun Qin tiptoedly lay down with Wen Ningshu on his back, got up to the foot of the bed and turned the bed a little more, keeping the bed in a semi-recumbent position. On the side of the book bed, he retracted his hand into the quilt, turned on the oxygen and put the oxygen tube on Wen Ningshu.

He is clumsy and can't even cook porridge well on weekdays, it's rare for him to take care of others like this.

"Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Wen Ningshu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a knock on the door, Wen Ningshu opened his eyes, but Xun Qin was not there.

Instead, there was a woman in her thirties standing outside the door, with her coiled hair mixed with some messy hair. Wen Ningshu rubbed her temples and looked at the woman outside the door in confusion. He stared at Wen Ningshu without saying a word.

"Is something wrong?"

"...No, I was in the wrong ward."

The woman outside the door was a little weird, she straightened her messy hair and quickly left the door of the ward.

Wen Ningshu stared at the door suspiciously, always feeling that the woman looked familiar, but he couldn't find the corresponding identity from the memory bank for a while.

It wasn't until Xun Qin entered the room with a basin of hot water that his thoughts were gradually pulled back from his distraction.

He put the hot water basin on the chair next to him, soaked the snow-white towel twice in the water and wrung it dry, his hands holding the towel were slightly reddened from the heat.

Before Wen Ningshu could respond, Xun Qin came forward with the towel in his hand and was about to pull Wen Ningshu's hospital gown. Wen Ningshu had no choice but to hold down Xun Qin's outstretched hand.

"It's not convenient to take a shower in the hospital. I thought it would make me feel better after washing my body."

Speaking of which, Xun Qin pulled out his hand to unbutton Wen Ningshu's hospital gown, and when the warm towel fell on his neck, he had to press the back of Xun Qin's hand again, and let out two embarrassing coughs from his throat.

"I will do it myself."

"It's not that I haven't seen it, besides, can you wipe your back?"

Wen Ningshu took a deep breath, but was not quite used to Xun Qin's thoughtful service, and held on to Xun Qin's hand for a long time: "It's really unnecessary."

"You still reject me..."

"No."

"That's disgusting for me to touch you?"

Xun Qin closed his hand holding the towel, avoiding Wen Ningshu's eyes and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wen Ningshu did not expect to let go of his holding hand first, and lowered his head to unbutton the hospital gown one by one.

He wiped Wen Ningshu's shoulders with a freshly soaked towel. When he wiped his back, there were still large bruises left by the chair on his back, not to mention the bandage-wrapped knife wound on his waist. Congestion tightened the back molars.

Wen Ningshu said softly, "These wounds don't hurt."

"I remember all these wounds."

"It sounds like you want to dismember the corpse? Shall I help you contact Lin Chen and the others to find out where the murderer's body is?"

Hearing this sentence, Wen Ningshu was somewhat worried that Xun Qin would find Ailina.

Leaving aside whether Xun Qin is Ailina's opponent or not, just the gloomy and disgusting past to Xun Qin, he shouldn't wade into this muddy water again, and there is no need for Xun Qin to run out of indignation for Wen Ning's book. He seeks justice.

Xun Qin could only turn his attention to a dead man.

"it is good."

Hearing Xun Qin's response, Wen Ningshu was taken aback for a moment before he could think of what to say. After putting the towel aside, Xun Qin pulled up Wen Ningshu's hospital gown and buttoned it back one by one. The service is thoughtful. I'm afraid there are cheaper nurses. Nothing is as caring as Xun Qin.

When pulling on Wen Ningshu's cuffs, Xun Qin's face became darker than before when he saw the scars on the wrists and backs of his hands.

Wen Ningshu had to remind: "Maliciously destroying a corpse is an illegal act."

"There is a better way than this, I won't let you suffer in vain." Xun Qin took Wen Ningshu's hand and kissed the wound on his palm, raised his eyes to meet Wen Ningshu's, the corners of his lips raised , "I promise, he will have no future, and I will never let anyone who hurts you go, even if it means death."

The soft lips touched the palm, and what he wanted to say finally turned into a long sigh.

Xun Qin looked at Wen Ningshu's fingertips gently rubbing the wound with a thick layer of scab on his palm, which brought a slight itching sensation.

Wen Ningshu squeezed his fingers slightly, trying to withdraw his hand, but Xun Qin held his hand even tighter.

"Are you angry?"

"There's no need to provoke Alina and Aiwen for me. You have a long life ahead. If Lineke doesn't die, the spearhead will be pointed at you one day. There's no need to cause trouble for someone who won't live long, you know?"

Xun Qin abruptly changed the subject: "Who was standing outside your ward just now?"

"You haven't answered me yet."

"it is good."

Xun Qin let go of Wen Ningshu's hand and walked towards the bathroom with the basin in hand, the smile on his face sank when he turned his back.

He would not tell Wen Ningshu clearly that he would definitely make the murderer of this case fly away.

He also won't tell Wen Ningshu that there will be a day when neither Alina nor Aiwen will be able to escape, no matter whether it is hurt or covetousness, neither will be tolerated in his eyes, if there is no Wen Ningshu, what will happen in the future is up to him Say it doesn't matter at all.

There was a coughing sound in the ward, and warm water was pouring down the toilet. Xun Qin's hands clenched the edge of the basin, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He also felt that Wen Ningshu's body was getting worse and worse, but all the past made him unable to brazenly propose a first hug.

The coughing in the ward became more urgent, and Xun Qin was so frightened that he rushed out of the bathroom holding the basin.

On the hospital bed, Wen Ningshu's cough stopped, and the corners of his lips raised: "I'm curious, what attracts you so much in the bathroom?"

"you……"

"So cough to see if you can get more attractive than that, and it turns out it works wonders."

Xun Qin said helplessly, "Little white rabbit..."

"I know I can't control you by saying this, but I still hope that I won't cause trouble after I die, lest I have to worry about you when I leave,"

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