The sick and the sick are reborn

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After a while, when Yuan An felt that his breathing was almost taken away, Qin Sixing let him go.

But as usual, he still wrestled with his lips for a while before he was willing to let go.

Knowing that Yuan An was thin-skinned, Qin Siming hugged him when he let him go, so that Yuan An's face could be buried on his shoulder, and he would not see the mocking eyes of his colleagues.

The cheering and booing of colleagues also slowly stopped at this time.

Shu Yao looked at the colleagues around her and said with a smile: "Let's leave the space for the new couple in the future instead of making light bulbs."

"Sister Shu Yao is right! Let's go quickly." Someone echoed.

They started, and the other colleagues quickly came back to their senses, put the gifts they brought on the table in the middle of the courtyard, and picked up the cut cake.

"Happy birthday Xiao Yuanan, I wish you and President Qin a long life."

"To grow old together."

"I said this happy wedding in advance."

They moved very quickly, and before they left, they didn't forget to tease Yuan An and Qin Sixing.

Yuan An listened, his face buried deeper and deeper.

Within 2 minutes, the courtyard was quiet again.

Song Chucheng secretly gave Qin Sixing the ring box he had taken, and closed the courtyard gate before leaving.

Only Yuan An and Qin Sixing were left in this antique courtyard.

Yuan An raised his head from Qin Sixing's arms, because of the kiss just now, his expression was still a little dazed.

Qin Sixing couldn't help but lowered his head and touched his lips lightly, with a low voice: "You actually got ahead."

He took out the ring box Song Chucheng gave him.The box was silver and white, and a pink rose was painted on the top cover.

"The ring I prepared for you last time was for decoration. It's no pity if it was stolen. Now this is the proposal ring."

He opened the box, and inside was a pair of men's rings with a large pink diamond, and the smaller one looked vaguely like a pink rose.

This pair of rings is the same as the pair used by Yuan An, with their initials engraved on the inner circle of the ring body.

Yuan An caressed the little rose, and said with a soft smile, "This pair of rings can be left as a wedding ring."

After he finished speaking, he closed the box and took Qin Sixing's hand.

"It's getting late, let's go to bed."

It is self-evident what it means to say such a thing at this time of just proposing marriage.

Qin Sixing's Adam's apple rolled, and Ren Yuanan led him back to the room.

After entering the room, Yuan An only turned on a relatively dim warm lamp.He looked at Qin Sixing, then immediately lowered his head and said softly, "I'll take a shower first."

After finishing speaking, he immediately walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Qin Siming sat down on the tatami beside the bed, looking down at the diamond ring on his ring finger.

Only then did he realize that the diamond was glowing with a faint blue light under the light, and its shape was somewhat like a star.

His attention was all on Yuan An's ring before, so he never noticed this detail.

Now that he found out, Qin Sixing only felt that the emotions in his heart were extremely hot.

The sound of water coming from the bathroom made him a little distracted. Finally, Qin Si woke up and went to a room next to him to take a quick shower.

When he returned to this room again, Yuan An had already put on his pajamas and was blowing his hair by the bed.

Qin Sixing didn't make a sound, walked over slowly, held Yuan An's hand, rubbed it intentionally or unintentionally, and took the hair dryer from Yuan An's hand.

The slender fingers ran through the soft black chestnut hair, brushed the wet hair, and let the warm air dry it in time.

No one in the room spoke, only the "hum" of the hair dryer for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the hair dryer was turned off with a "snap", and Qin Siming also stopped moving.

He put the hair dryer by the bed, and when he was about to unplug it, the wrist of that hand was grabbed by Yuan An.

Yuan An nestled back into his arms, with a soft and dull voice: "I'm ready."

Although he didn't specifically say what he had prepared, Qin Siming understood.

His breathing stagnated for a moment, but he didn't speak. He stretched out his hand, and the moment he unplugged the hair dryer, he also turned off the light in the room.

The room suddenly plunged into darkness.

There was only a slight "click" when the switch was turned off, but Yuan An's attention was all on it, so his body trembled subconsciously.

In the dark room, Qin Sixing maintained his posture of lightly hugging him.

Yuan An plucked up the courage to turn around, but because the space beside Qin Siming and the bed was too small, he accidentally tripped and fell onto the bed with Qin Siming.

Yuan An gasped, and fell on the bed with a muffled sound.

Qin Siming reacted quickly, with two strong arms propped aside, he didn't put his whole body weight on Yuan An when he fell.

"Where did you fall?" He asked in a deep voice, then leaned over his upper body to turn on the light.

"No." Yuan An replied softly, noticing Qin Siming's movements, she quickly stood up and hugged him.

"Don't turn on the light..." It was already his limit to say that before turning off the light.Now in the dark, Yuan An found that he seemed to be bolder and more relaxed.

Qin Siming's body tensed for a moment, and finally let go of all his strength.

When the love is deep, no matter how hard it is to help it, the only thing left in my mind is the desire for my lover.

The hand that had already touched the switch slowly retracted, and turned to support the back of Yuan An's head.

Qin Siming lowered his head, accurately found Yuan An's lips in the darkness, and kissed them eagerly and domineeringly.

Yuan An snorted softly, because he half-lifted his upper body, this posture put a bit of pressure on the lumbar spine, so he fell down slowly on the bed as if he couldn't hold on.

The lips of the two separated for a moment, and before Yuan An could recover his breathing, Qin Sixing leaned over, and the breath penetrated into his nasal cavity again.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, but it sneaked in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and fell on the wooden floor of the room like a silver silk jade belt.

There is a slight "rustling" sound between the contact of the fabric, just like the birdsong outside the window, which is amplified and bright in the silent night.

After a long time, the sound of "rustling" stopped, and someone asked confusedly, "what's the matter?"

The other person took a few deep breaths, and his voice was lower than the previous one: "Do you remember, what are you having for dinner?"

"Drinking porridge." Yuan An replied, "What's wrong?"

Qin Siming's lips moved up and kissed his forehead, "Why do you drink porridge?"

Yuan An was taken aback.

His chemotherapy is not yet completely over. Although he can eat some food normally during this period, his dinner is still mainly digestible.

He immediately understood Qin Siming's meaning, and said in an annoyed voice, "Use that, it won't be..."

Qin Sixing smiled and said, "You haven't recovered yet, even if you use that one, it won't work."

"Be good, baby, there are less than two months." Although the tone was still pampering as always, there was a hint of refusal.

Yuan An could hear it naturally, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He turned over and lay on his side, pulled the quilt over his body, "That's up to you."

Knowing that Yuan An was a little angry, Qin Sixing also lay down on his side, hugging Yuan An tightly from behind.

"I know my baby is thinking of me, but I also want to think of my baby." He kissed Yuan An's hair, "I don't want to hurt you, I can bear it."

His tone was extremely gentle, and his strong emotions seemed to be turned into water and squeezed out.

But the strength in his hand was so strong that Yuan An couldn't justify it at all.

In the darkness, a soft exclamation trembled: "Don't..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the surroundings returned to silence.

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