Qian Yan'an's face is pale lying on the bed, holding Jiang Shi's hand tightly. When he moves, Qian Yan'an frowns.

Jiang Shi pursed his mouth and lay down beside the bed. There was a wound behind his head. He could only lie down in this strange posture.

The horizon is bright. Qian Yan an moves his eyelashes. He feels warm in the palm of his hand. His memory returns to the cage and he hooks the corner of his mouth.

He opened his eyes quietly and saw a black head. He grinned.

He moved his head slightly, saw Jiang Shi's face, long and thin eyebrows wrinkled, sleep is not steady, one side of the cheek has been pressed red.

Qian Yan'an's eyes crossed a dark color. He always easily repented to Jiang Shi, and clearly decided to deal with him.

But it was hard to see him, and it was hard to see myself.

He thought, he's afraid he can't let go of this man, so he'll try his best to keep him.

As long as he stays by his side, he can not care about him before.

His eyes across a touch of light, a move on the abdominal pain, a breath of cold air, made some noise.

The noise woke Jiang Shi.

He opened his eyes and felt his neck stiff. He reached out and rubbed it.

Eyes with astigmatism, consciousness has not yet returned.

He blinked and saw that the face in front of him was pale, and his eyes were mixed with a smile to look at him.

He sipped his mouth, thinking of what he had done, he pulled back his hand and stood up.

Qian Yan an blinked and covered his wound, "hiss... It hurts, I'm thirsty..."

Jiang Shi didn't seem to hear it and didn't move.

Qian Yan'an struggled to move. He was stiff all over because of the pain. He stopped for a moment and pressed the wound with his hand in the quilt.

"Hum!"

He let out a groan, there was some bleeding in the wound, and he frowned.

He moved two more times, hooked his tail finger and said pitifully, "thirsty..."

Jiang Shiyan looked at him and squeezed his hand tightly. He patted Qian Yan'an's hand open, and there was a dull hum behind him.

He quickly looked back and saw Qian Yan'an lying pitifully beside the bed. The quilt was lifted and there were some blood stains on the gauze of the wound.

Jiang Shi's eyes were flustered. His hand was in the air. He was suddenly stunned. He suddenly wanted to take back his hand.

Qian Yan'an suddenly reaches out and grabs his hand. Feeling that he wants to struggle, he gives out a dull hum.

"How are you?"

Jiang Shi opened his mouth, hoarse with a hoarse voice.

"You can talk?"

Qian Yan'an was a little surprised.

When his head fell, his memory not only recovered, but also he could speak.

It's the first time he's been here for so long.

He pursed his mouth, trying to struggle his hand out. Looking at Qian Yan'an holding on tightly, he left him, "let go, I pour water."

He opened his hand obediently, but his eyes were staring at him all the time. Seeing that he really got a glass of water for himself, he hooked the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how, he seems to know that Jiang Shi didn't really make up his mind to ignore him.

As long as he works hard, he will accept him one day, as long as he doesn't know that

Qian Yan'an's eyes were dark.

He took the cup and drank it all in one breath. Jiang Shi naturally took his cup and gave him another.

Jiang Shi looks at Qian Yan'an, who is in pain on his face. He has a sneer in his heart. Originally, he still has some guilt for Qian Yan'an. After all, fairyland took advantage of him and pulled him in innocently.