At night, it rained outside the window.

After cleaning up the folding bed, I was ready to lie down.

Shen Zhaozheng held her wrist: "sleep in my bed."

"How can I squeeze a bed with the patient? If you accidentally touch a wound in your chest or your leg, it's not good. "

Shen Zhaozheng is still holding her wrist: "it's OK. The bed is so wide that it won't touch."

He glanced at the door: "what if there are doctors and nurses coming in..."

"No, they won't come in until tomorrow morning rounds."

Thinking about struggling for a while, the man's hand a force, has pulled her to the bed.

He looked up at him: "I I didn't meet you

He stretched out his hand and held her loosely in his arms. The low voice seemed to be mixed in the rain, which had a kind of bewitching smell

"No, don't worry."

"I'm not honest when I sleep. If I touch your wound, then You asked for it. "

Shen Zhaozheng chuckled and turned off the light in the ward.

Out of the window, the streetlights dim through the glass window, his voice is low: "come on this side."

"I don't..."

He is a wounded number, and he should be a Bodhisattva.

"Then I'll come here..." He said.

With that, he moved hard to her side.

"You don't move, I move, I move."

She leaned into his arms.

"A little more."

In the night, it seems more ambiguous to say this.

"I can't come here again. I'll meet you again."

Shen Zhaozheng's hot breath sprinkled on her ear, and his whole body had been deceived, and his lips felt moist and hot.

He's kissing her again.

She reached out and gently pushed him: "no, Uncle..."

"Our daytime kiss is interrupted Now go on, eh? "

In the dark environment, the sound is such a demagogue.

Almost instantaneously, she surrendered, reached for his waist, and carefully responded to his kiss.

After receiving her response, Shen Zhaozheng's defense line was completely defeated, and he even wanted to turn over and press her under him.

But, accidentally involved in the wound, the pain hit, so he had to give up.

His breathing was disordered, and his thoughts were noticed. He reached out and pushed his waist: "Oh No Don't... "

Shen Zhaozheng stopped breathlessly: "Niannian, it's OK, I'm fine..."

Thinking of the hand caressing on his waist: "do not continue."

Go on, she has a premonition that something will happen to her. Uncle Baoqi will endure the pain of the wound and do something about it.

Now she is not so ignorant about men and women, knowing that men will be very physical.

Well, let's call it a day.

Shen Zhaozheng calmed down for a while and then hugged her: "well, wait until I leave the hospital."

"What else? What do you say

His thin lips rubbed her ear and his voice was very soft: "what do you say?"

Thinking of a sudden blush a thorough: "I don't know."

He continued with a bewitching way: "then you will know."

Care in his waist pinch a: "I'm going to sleep."

"Well, good night."

"Good night, uncle."

She held him, and he held her, two months of suffering, two months of suffering.

Finally it was over. She was in his arms again, and he could hold her again.

The night was still, and the rain never stopped.

He felt very relieved.