Zhuang Jingchun took his hand obediently and finished the painkiller.

"Did it work? Is it better now?"

Xu Xizhou sat back in the chair and carefully observed his expression.

Zhuang Jingchun looked at his close eyebrows, her heart seemed to be rubbed hard by something, sour and swollen.

"It still hurts... what should I do?"

"Ah, isn't the painkiller working yet? The doctor said that the painkiller seems to take half an hour to work."

Xu Xizhou was a little restless, and he adjusted the position of the pillow for Zhuang Jingchun, and helped him to cover the quilt up.

"If it really doesn't work, why don't I let the doctor come in and give you another injection of anesthesia?"

The corner of Zhuang Jingchun's mouth twitched, and she smiled at him.

"I lied to you, it doesn't hurt anymore. With you here, my wound won't hurt."

Being stared at by Zhuang Jingchun's deep green eyes, Xu Xizhou's face felt a little hot unconsciously, he scratched his hair, his eyes wandered around, and finally landed on the rice noodles at the head of the bed, as if he had found some kind of savior.

"I don't care about you, I haven't finished eating the powder yet."

Xu Xizhou ate the remaining rice noodles in the bowl in two or three times, and packed the lunch box. In a blink of an eye, he realized that Zhuang Jingchun was looking at him.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Zhuang Jingchun said with a half-smile but not a smile, "There's nothing to see, I can only see you."

"With such a big TV set here, don't you know how to watch TV?"

Xu Xizhou pouted, took out the TV remote control from the bedside table, and threw it to Zhuang Jingchun.

Zhuang Jingchun glanced at him, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

As soon as the screen lit up, Su Fan's face appeared. He was dressed in white, fluttering like a fairy, holding a long sword, and was fighting with people in the bamboo forest.

This is the movie channel that is replaying the martial arts movie starring Su Fan.

Zhuang Jing sneered innocently.

"It's too fake to play, and at first glance, I'm looking for a substitute to act."

"No, I asked Su Fan, and he said that he made the movie himself and never used a stand-in."

Zhuang Jingchun looked at Xu Xizhou staring at the screen with a look of admiration, only to feel that the wound was aching again.

"Do you like this movie?"

"Well, this is one of the most classic martial arts movies. There are many scenes in it. This movie has also won awards internationally."

"Then... do you like Su Fan too?"

Xu Xizhou was stunned for a moment, looked away from the TV, turned his head, only to find that Zhuang Jingchun's eyes were a little gloomy, and his tone was so sour that he could almost pinch water.

"Like it."

Zhuang Jingchun felt a chill in her heart, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the bedding under her body.

"However, what I like is only the role Su Fan plays in this movie. As for himself...I don't feel it."

Hearing Xu Xizhou's words, Zhuang Jingchun's mood went up and down like a roller coaster, with a thrilling feeling of the rest of his life.

He tentatively said, "Are you and Su Fan...not dating?"

"No, who said I'm dating him, we've only met three times. At best, they're just ordinary friends."

It was just normal friends.

Zhuang Jingchun breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. It was Zhuang Jingchun's assistant who had arrived. He brought Zhuang Jingchun's change of clothes and a fruit basket.

"Mr. Zhuang, do you need me to stay here to take care of you?"

Before Zhuang Jingchun spoke, Xu Xizhou said first, "No, I'll do it here."

The assistant looked hesitant and looked at Zhuang Jingchun.

"You can help me find another escort bed, and don't worry about the rest."

The assistant nodded, took the order, and went to the nurse's station.

Not long after, the escort bed was pushed in. It was placed next to Zhuang Jingchun's bed, less than half a meter away.

"Go to sleep first and rest." Zhuang Jingchun patted the sheets with her uninjured left hand.

Xu Xizhou hadn't slept much all night, and he was really sleepy at the moment. He nodded, took off his shoes and lay on the bed, and fell asleep a few minutes later.

He remembered Zhuang Jingchun's injury in his heart, and he didn't sleep very well. He woke up two hours later, and when he opened his eyes, the hospital bed on his right was empty.

That guy is still in the hospital for observation. Where did he go?

Xu Xizhou was a little worried, and hurriedly jumped off the escort bed when he suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom inside.

He frowned slightly and walked slowly to the bathroom door.

Last night, when the doctor operated on Zhuang Jingchun, he only changed his upper body into a hospital gown, and the lower body was still wearing the original trousers.

Seeing Zhuang Jingchun unfastening the belt of her trousers with one hand, Xu Xizhou couldn't bear it.

"I'll help you."

He suddenly made a sound, and Zhuang Jingchun was shocked, and the roots of his fair ears were a little red.

"No, I can do it myself."

"How can you do it with one hand? You think you are Yang Guo."

Xu Xizhou strode over and helped him remove the belt and zipper, disregarding it.

"It's all men anyway, what's that?"

Zhuang Jingchun coughed twice in embarrassment. Seeing Xu Xizhou turned around and turned his back to him, he put his hand on the edge of his panties.

The sound of water being released ended. For a while, Xu Xizhou didn't hear any movement. He turned around and found that Zhuang Jingchun was struggling with the zipper with one hand.

"Everyone said don't be brave."

Xu Xizhou sighed, walked behind him, and helped him zip up and fasten the buttons and belt.

While doing these movements, the fingers inevitably hit something soft that was sleeping.

Xu Xizhou pretended that he didn't feel anything, and when Zhuang Jingchun returned to the hospital bed, he realized that his fingers were so hot as if they had been burned by something.

He washed his hands several times, but Xiao Zhuang Jingchun's touch still lingered in his palms.

He looked at his increasingly red cheeks in the half-length mirror, sighed, and slapped his face with cold water.