Chapter 185

Zhang's mother was terrified. "Miss, you can't get out of bed. You'd better move your legs less. Otherwise, if you know, you will not be allowed to leave the hospital."

As soon as she said Leng muxun, her face turned red. "Zhang Ma, don't tell him. I want to walk slowly. I really want to walk." The doctor said, can walk slowly, as long as not tired, is OK.

"Well, well, my wife is happy." Zhang ma let her clean up, happy to sit in a chair, "my wife moved back to the villa tomorrow, it's not convenient outside."

"No, I can take care of myself. I'll go home tomorrow. I still have business." Thinking about the business of her shop, she was excited. She asked Leng muxun to move her computer, but Leng didn't agree. There was a TV in the room. He only allowed her to watch TV, and she was not allowed to do other work-related things.

That day, after the infusion, he lay on the bed and looked out the window. It was dark, but Leng muxun didn't come all the time. I don't know if he knew she was going to leave the hospital, so

She wanted to call him and tell him, but she also wanted to surprise him.

"Kangli..." she whispered, really want to leave the hospital now.

"What can I do for you, miss?" She just called, and Conley showed up in the ward.

"I want to go out for a walk."

Connie looked out of the window. "It's dark, miss."

"It's OK. Just take a wheelchair and walk around the hospital yard." These days, Kangli occasionally pushed her out to get some air, but she never went out at night.

"Well, I'll push the wheelchair."

The wheelchair came, and Kangli helped her to sit on it. From the corridor to the elevator, there were bodyguards not far from her, which she was used to.

Outdoor, full of flowers, t city's spring has always come early, after the new year there is a sense of recovery of everything, Kangli slowly push her wheelchair, closed her eyes, ears are quiet, as if to hear the sound of grass stretching branches and leaves, "Kangli, stop here, I want to sit for a while."

"Good." Kangli parked her wheelchair on the side of the road a little, then walked to the side of the lawn, giving the late autumn completely alone space.

The night is really quiet. The prosperity in the distance doesn't disturb her heart. She likes this kind of quiet. She likes to listen to the night language alone, but he hasn't come yet and doesn't have a phone call.

Late autumn suddenly found that these days she has been used to his daily time in front of her, and then leave on time, so, at the moment his absence will let her heart have a sense of uneasiness.

Bathed in the night wind, the night sky is covered by T city's lights, only sprinkles the shade, washing her heart.

Suddenly, the sliding of finger combing came from the hair, which was very gentle.

It's him. It's really him.

Eyes or light closed, she motionless as if asleep general lean on the back of the chair.

The man's breath is more and more thick, he didn't make a sound, just perched close to her cheek, the warm breath came, let her trance suddenly don't know how to face him, lips, cool, but then is burning, just like a dragonfly, but let her involuntarily tremble, "ah Xun..."

"It's so late. There's dew. Go back."

"Good." She said softly, and let him push her into the hall, into the elevator, and then into the ward.

Conley has disappeared, and she is the only one left in her world.

Send her into the ward, he went to the bathroom, taking advantage of this gap, she took two apples on the table, thin skinned, one for him, one for himself.

The skin is extremely thin. The peeled apple skin is like the sawdust twisted by a pencil. It hangs around her legs and her head. However, she hears the sound of the door opening. Leng muxun comes out and takes the apple peeled by her as soon as he reaches out his hand. Before biting it, he asks her, "Zhong wanqiu, is there anything good to tell me?" I thought she would ask him why he came so late, but she didn't ask. This little woman always has a different mind from other women. She always knows what to ask and what not to ask.

Because of this, she has become a special person in his eyes.

"Ha ha, No."

"Really not? Look at the corners of your lips

"Leng muxun, eat your apple. It won't block your mouth."

He has taken a big bite, full of crispy, delicious, "well, you have a bite, too."

With his hand, she took a bite of the apple on his hand without lifting her head. If she didn't peel it well, she would eat it. Anyway, she peeled it all.

"Is it sweet?"

"What do you say?" No more? Mingzhi also asked her, which made her subconsciously alert, for fear of falling into his language trap, this man, always has such ability, she knows.

"It's not sweet."

"Ah..." she looked up in surprise, but her lips just touched the apple in his hand, "Leng muxun, what do you mean?"

"Call me ah Xun." He looked down at her and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

I don't know why. He has a strange voice.

"Ah Xun, I think it's sweet." She did not want to call him a Xun.

The apple in his hand had been pulled out and put on the table to one side. Then he took the unfinished apple from her hand.

All of his actions were so natural that she was confused all of a sudden. She had been living in the hospital together for some days. He had never taken such an action.

In the late autumn, when he was confused, he had reached out and pressed the switch of the headlight in the ward, and turned to light up the dim wall lamp. The wisps of dark yellow light seemed to tell an old story, which made her heart beat faster, "ah Xun..."

His finger on her lips, motioned her to silence, and then the whole person sat beside her, gently around her body, pulled her to lie in his arms, lips fragrant temples shadow, his voice rang in her ears, "really not sweet, but there is a kind of taste of Eden."

Her face suddenly red, opened lips, but half a word also can't come back, only that micro Zhang, like an invitation, let the man gently bend down, and then, the lip print on her lips, in an instant, soft and soft touch, but like a flame like burning her heart, just want to indulge in a love, don't want to extricate themselves.

She loves him.

For a long time.

I still remember her murmuring before the coma, she said she loved him.

Sucking and kissing her lips, her breathing was disturbed by the slowly increasing strength, "ah Xun..."

She kept calling his name.

Tongue and clove, lips and lips, teeth and teeth, have long been entangled together, how many dark nights do not depend on each other, he is sniffing her warm fragrance and sleep, but almost hugged her in his arms, at this moment, he ate the apple she prepared for him in the garden of Eden, then did not want to let her go, did not want to.

Only he knows how long he's been abstinent.

Want her, do not want to wait for a moment.

His hand with the kiss and gently fell on the collar of her white clothes, fingertips touch the skin slowly meandering down, "late autumn, give me."

"Ah Xun..." the three words of Eden that he just said flashed in her mind, but she clearly knew what he was going to do in confusion.

Injury, already very good.

She knows and he knows. In fact, she doesn't say that he knows that she will be discharged tomorrow.

It's just trauma.

But if he didn't save that night in time, it would be more than trauma. She may not be in the world now. She suddenly realized that everything was so beautiful, "ah Xun..." her hand grasped his wrist and swam along with his hand. It all came too fast and strange, but she couldn't resist.

He put out the last light in the ward. In the room covered with curtains, there was no moonlight and no stars. In the room without lights, late autumn was lying on him, and he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the man's hand around her waist, in the dark can only see each other's eyes, but breathing is faster and faster, hot breath, quickly entangled with two people, and then difficult to disperse.

"I just want you, just one of you."

"Is that ok? Late autumn, I really want you, but you hurt

She has been very well, really very well, but he has not allowed her to leave the hospital.

But when he asked, she couldn't say. She didn't know where to put her hands. In a moment, she was grabbed by him and put it around his neck, so that her body was tightly embedded in his body.

Slender fingers moved to her waist, where she had the most serious injuries, "pain?"

She shook her head lightly, and her voice was too tense to speak.

It's really a long time. It hasn't been like this.

She is afraid, but in addition to fear, more is endless confusion.

He shook his head as if he were inviting him to leave nothing behind

Finally, he was relieved, but he didn't want to go out, as if he was afraid that she would disappear suddenly. He held her tightly, "late autumn..."

His sweat dripping, wet two people, can not tell who is who, only mixed together, difficult to separate each other.

"I want to take a bath." Perspiration and the stickiness in her body make her uncomfortable. After a while, she whispered.

The body is full of sweat, sticky really uncomfortable, Leng muxun leisurely sit straight from her body, pull the quilt to cover for her, and then soft voice: "you don't move."

The ward is like a suite in a high-class hotel. Leng muxun goes into the bathroom, moistens the towel with hot water, wrists the water, turns back to the bed and gently wipes it for her.

Late autumn wanted to come by herself, but he refused, and she didn't have the strength to refuse. Everything happened, and she didn't have to be hypocritical to refuse. There was really no need for it. Just a little move in her heart, and a question came out of her heart.