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Somewhere in the bottom of my heart seemed to be electrified, and the slight numbness spread all the way to the strands of my hair.

Lock me up in your house, what's the matter!

Wei Ling knew that if he continued to ask, Wen Zhuo would not give a clearer answer.

"I'll tell you everything when you're well."

"Then... can I make a request?"

"any request?"

"Can you get back to normal?"

The mattress behind Wei Ling sagged, and it was Wen Zhuo who leaned over and put one hand on Wei Ling's pillow.

"What's wrong with me?"

"..."

Wei Ling could feel Wen Zhuo's approach, and he was enveloped by his breath, completely wrapped up.

Do you think you are normal?Who would stand by the hospital bed of his college classmate 24 hours a day!

Wei Ling knew that even if his parents were in poor health, they would still want to spend more time with their son, but it was obvious that Rong Lan and Wei Jun's time to visit Wei Ling was limited.

More importantly, this Wen Zhuo who has no temper at all...is he still Wen Zhuo?

It's hot when it's sunny, and cold when it's raining. Wei Ling thinks that he has too many things to do. Others treat him well and are so picky.

"If I'm here and you feel uncomfortable, I can go outside." Wen Zhuo said.

Wei Ling suddenly remembered that when he was in college, he went outside to play scumbags on the Internet, and before he left, he told Wen Zhuo not to lock the dormitory door, and came back at night by climbing over the wall.

As a result, Wei Ling climbed over the wall in the early morning and found that the trash can had been moved away. When he was sitting on the top of the wall, Wen Zhuo stood at the bottom of the wall and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Get off."

The voice was cold and indifferent, as if Wei Ling had discovered that Wei Ling had secretly hoarded dirty socks in the dormitory without washing them.

"You're not worried that I've been waiting for me, are you?"

"If I don't come down, I will leave."

"I'm coming down! I'm coming down!"

Oh my god, did you step on Wenzhuo's hands?This product has a cleanliness!

"How long do you want me to hold out your hand?"

"immediately!"

This is the most humane experience of Wei Ling's remaining college days.

If Wen Zhuo really left the ward at this time, would he stand under the wall and wait for him like that night?

"No, it's good for you to stay in the ward. Otherwise, I'll be alone, panicking."

"it is good."

Amidst the barrenness, a certain fortress-like building reflects the sunlight.The wall seemed to be cracked by the wind and sand.

There are a few lines written on the east wall: The Third Medical Base Affiliated to the Joint Control Center.

On the signal tower 500 meters away, a hooded figure squatted on the elevator.

"Boss, I finally found it. It's not in Xincheng at all! It's in the third medical base! Wei Ling is still alive, but he seems to be paralyzed."

"Isn't it easy to use your hands when you're paralyzed?"

A slightly joking voice sounded.

"Wen Zhuo is by his side 24 hours a day, whoever gets close will die!"

"Can he not sleep or eat, and look at Wei Ling?"

"It's true that I don't eat or sleep and look at Wei Ling. I'm more than 500 meters away from the medical base, and I can still feel Professor Wen's perverted protective desire!"

"Indeed...he is an extremely perverted opponent."

The man called "The Boss" is a little gloating.

"Then what should I do? I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die in vain." The young man in the hood said pitifully, "And that Wei Ling...is paralyzed like that! A good-for-nothing snack! It's useless to come! "

"Even if it's a waste snack, it's still a waste snack selected by Angela. Now I have to make a fuss. I will create an opportunity for Wen Zhuo to leave."

"Thank you boss!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the figure on the top of the elevator disappeared.

The next morning, Wei Ling groaned and was about to stretch when he remembered bitterly that he couldn't move.

"Wake up, drink water?" Wen Zhuo's voice sounded.

Wei Ling was shocked, and the quilt suddenly became hot.

After two seconds of emptiness in his mind, Wei Ling realized something serious, and his face turned red instantly: "Um...you came so early? Where's my mother?"

Mom!where did you go!Why don't you protect your immobile son here!

You know I... I... seem to wet the bed?

"Aunt Rong has gone to cook you food, although you can eat very little now."

Wen Zhuo came over, lowered his body, and put his hand into Wei Ling's quilt.

"don't want--"

But it was too late, Wen Zhuo must have found out!

Oh mother!He's a handsome 28-year-old who wets the bed!It was also discovered by college classmates!

"I'll change the mat for you and wipe your body again."

Wen Zhuo naturally turned around and went into the private bathroom with the basin in hand.

A thunderbolt landed on Wei Ling's body, and he suddenly had a not very... not very harmonious idea.

"Um...Wen Zhuo...Could it be...Isn't it the first day I wet the bed?"

Didn't you help me change my pants on the first day?

"Well. Every day, I changed it for you. The catheter hurts, so I didn't use it for you." Wen Zhuo's voice came from the bathroom along with the running water.

Wei Ling stared at the ceiling with wide-open eyes, and the words "I changed it for you" hummed in his ears.

Why is he still alive?What face does he have to live on!

Not only did he wet the bed, he was also seen by Wen Zhuo!How fucking unfair!

Wenzhuo never went to the public bathroom at school, but only took a shower in the bathroom.

Wei Ling hasn't seen Wen Zhuo yet, but Wen Zhuo has already seen him all!

At this time, Wen Zhuo had already walked to the bedside with the basin in his hand, Wei Ling's face was so red that it was about to explode.

"Can... let my mother wipe it for me..." Wei Ling's voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

"Your parents are getting old. To help you change your clothes, you have to hug your lower body. They don't have enough strength."

There is a good reason for this.

"Can...can you hire me a nurse?" Wei Ling looked at Wen Zhuo pitifully.

I have been a senior researcher for so long, so I have a salary after all, right?You can't afford to hire a nurse, right?

Wen Zhuo had already folded the sleeves of his shirt to his forearm and was wringing out a towel.

"Do you really want to be seen by others?"

Wen Zhuo showed no expression, but Wei Ling keenly sensed that he was not very happy.

"I...I don't want to..."

Compared with being seen by others and being seen by you, I choose to be seen by others!

"That's not it."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhuo easily lifted Wei Ling's quilt, as if he was wearing diapers or something.

God, at the age of 28 and still wearing diapers, Wei Ling really couldn't laugh or cry.

Hearing a "chi la", Wei Ling's heart beat up.

"Wen...Wen Zhuo...did you tear my...pants (diapers)?"

"Yes. Otherwise, when you take it off, it will pass by your lap, and you won't be able to rub it?"

What you said makes sense, but why do I feel something is wrong?

A warm towel brushed over his body, and when Wen Zhuo held up his leg with one hand, Wei Ling felt as if an electric current passed through the place in contact with him, rumbling into his blood, rushing into him in the brain.

Wen Zhuo's movements were very steady, lifting Wei Ling seemed to take no effort at all.

But Wei Ling's mind is full of "Where is Wenzhuo looking now", "Can you please close your eyes", "Don't compare yourself with me in your heart", "What do I look like there?" I don’t even remember.” All kinds of chaotic questions became a paste.

After wiping his body clean and changing into dry diapers, Wen Zhuo pulled the quilt over and covered Wei Ling.

But Wei Ling's fragile self-esteem completely collapsed.

He was hospitalized for three months, that is, ninety days.

During these ninety days, he may have wet the bed every day, and then Wen Zhuo changed his sheets and diapers at least ninety times...

Wen Zhuo didn't know when he came to Wei Ling's side. He put one hand on Wei Ling's pillow and lowered his head.

This was the first time Wei Ling looked at Wen Zhuo so closely after waking up.

The outlines of his eyes and even his slightly upturned eyelashes are clearly visible.

He's really...beautiful...although there seems to be something wrong with using "beautiful" to describe a man in his 30s.

Wei Ling found that as long as he looked at Wen Zhuo more times, it was easy to lose his sight.

Just like at this moment, in those amber eyes, Wei Ling clearly saw his appearance.

Wei Ling, are you a fool!

Picking peonies on the hospital bed, dying to be greedy for flowers!

Don't even look at this flower, which not only has thorns, but also freezes hands!

"You look so unlovable, why?"

"I... feel embarrassed... who wets the bed and wants to be... seen by my college classmates..."

"This is normal. When your nerves are fully recovered, you will be able to control yourself. No need to be shy."

The sleeves of Wen Zhuo's shirt were still folded up, which made Wei Ling look slightly sideways, and he could see the line of his forearm.

The lines are clearly slender and smooth, not exaggerated at all, but Wei Ling can feel an irresistible force.

He suddenly felt inexplicable fear, and his whole body trembled for no reason.

Wen Zhuo's reaction was too sharp, he lowered his body and clasped Wei Ling's fingers: "Are you afraid of me again?"

"No... no, I'm afraid what are you doing? I just need to get used to it... Try not to embarrass yourself..."

In fact, you used to look like a small white jade orchid, but now you suddenly look masculine, but I am paralyzed on the hospital bed. This comparison is heartbreaking.

"Ah."

Wen Zhuo responded softly and straightened up.

The oppressive feeling finally left, Wei Ling exhaled slowly.

"Don't worry, the hospital has invited experts from all over the world to consult with you."

"Why do I have so much face?" Wei Ling smiled.

"Ah."

Wei Ling understood that this was probably not invited by the hospital, but Wen Zhuo's face.

Taking a flight of twelve experts, they entered the sky over the airport of the new city "Light Year".

"Flight 14125, please note that you have entered the air above the airport of Xincheng 'Light Year', please maintain the flight altitude and wait for the landing instruction."

Tower dispatchers have contacted the flight three times without response.

But the flight had already begun to land on its own, and the echo signal was "automatic landing status".

"What's going on?" The dispatcher felt a little uneasy in his heart.