MTL - Broken-Winged Angel-Chapter 13 Start reading

When I woke up again, I was lying on a big, warm and comfortable bed. My body is as painful as being crushed by the sand and stone.

"Wake up?" The elegant male voice rang at my bed.

I have a difficult twist on my neck and want to see the person who speaks. But this subtle movement has caused severe pain in the body. The feeling of pain causes the tears to slide out of the eyelids uncontrollably.

"Baby, don't cry." A pair of gentle hands gently wiped the tears on my face. I finally saw the person who was with me at the bedside - Zhao Yuxuan! I suddenly forgot the pain of my body, the extreme fear swept me, and I curled up.

Zhao Yuxuan saw that I was afraid of being prepared, and the bright eyes fell down, but soon it was hidden by him. His slender and powerful hand reached out to my face.

I am afraid to close my eyes and bite my lower lip, waiting for the pain of coming soon. But it just fell gently on my forehead.

"It seems that there is no fever," he said softly.

fever? me? I am thinking about it. From small to large, my body has always been super good. When the cold current struck, my father, mother, and younger brother all had a bad cold. Only when I was still alive and kicking, when did I have a fever?

It seems to have seen the doubts in my eyes. He took the initiative to explain: "You have had a fever for three days. You have been sleeping for a few days. The doctors come home every day to give you some drip."

Three days? I have slept for three days?

"How many days are there today?" I laboriously squeezed a low-pitched voice from my throat.

"Don't open your mouth, your throat is hurt. The doctor said that you should not talk in the last few days." He sat down at the bed and gently pulled the quilt for me. "Today is December 29."

His proximity made me afraid, I moved my body hard and moved to the other side of the bed. But my movements stopped him. His big hand held my shoulders with no strength to hurt me. When his big hand held my shoulders, I realized that I was naked.

"Don't move, the doctor said that your body has a soft tissue contusion. It is best not to move."

I was afraid and nervously lowered my eyes, and the hand in the quilt clenched into a fist.

"Don't be afraid of me, baby." His slightly painful voice rang in my ear.

The pain and remorse in his voice made me couldn't help but look up at him. At this time, I noticed that he looked embarrassed and tired. His black eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and a neat hair was messy at this time. The white shirt button buckles were messy, and there were a few black, black, yellow and yellow stains on his chest. His wolverine made me unable to guess, and he stayed at the bed to take care of me for the past three days.

Although I was a little moved because of this speculation in my heart, I was still very afraid of him. I have fully learned his moodiness and laughter. I am afraid that there will be double cruelty behind his gentleness at the moment.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just mad. You want to escape from us with death." There is deep regret in his eyes. "You never know how much we long for you, how deeply love you, this kind of Feelings make us even willing to own you in a shared way. Why can't you fall in love with us? As long as you are willing to fall in love with us, we are willing to give everything."

The deep pain and deep feelings in his words made my heart sour. I forgot all the cruelty he had done to me. I endured the pain and painstakingly raised my arms and surrounded him to the side of my face. Nod, gently rubbing his cheeks with my cheeks. Maybe I can't respond to his feelings, but I don't want to hurt him.

I felt a stream of heat flowing down my cheeks. He cried! ? Has he always been crying when he is always silent? !

There is a sour feeling in my heart. We are all hurt in this love storm...

He was buried in my face and quietly shed tears. I also hugged him quietly. We hugged each other quietly and warmly, weeping the hurt of soul and feelings.

I don't know how long it took, he raised his head slightly, gently pulled my arms around his neck and put them into the quilt. He left my bed and stood up. There were traces of tears on his face and eyes.

"You should take the medicine." After looking down at the bed, he went to the small table next to the bed, which was lit with several open medicine bags. He picked up one of the bags and took a few of them. Red capsules, poured a cup of boiling water, and walked back to my bed.

Seeing the medicine in his hand, I feel that my throat is more painful. I am very sick, which also makes me very afraid of taking medicine.

No - I don't eat -

I looked at these colorful pills with disgust and resolutely expressed my resistance.

"Not bitter. And I rushed into the honey water." He seemed to think that my naive rebellion was very interesting at this time, and my eyes were full of smiles.

I don't eat - never eat -

I still refuse.

"Baby, if you refuse again, I have to feed you."

My response was to close my eyes and ignore him.

He walked over to me, the cup on his hand was placed on my pillow, and he sat down on my bed, gently lifting my upper body and letting my back rest on his chest. Although his movements were very gentle, it still made me feel very painful, and I whispered softly. His movements suddenly stopped, and after a brief pause, he continued to lift my upper body with more careful movements. The expression on his face was so serious and so tense. His movements were so careful and so soft that I felt like a fragile glass doll.

My heart was filled with deep emotions, but I still have not forgotten my dislike of the pills, my lips are tightly closed. I would like to see how he can force me to swallow these abominable pills without hurting me.

Before and after I leaned firmly on his chest, his big hand hit my face and cleverly pinched my teeth. His movements did not hurt me, but forced my mouth to obey. open.

He picked up a pill and put it in my mouth, quickly picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then lowered his head and covered my lips, feeding me the honey water in my mouth. His tongue was strong. Into my mouth, roll up the medicine that stays in my mouth and send it to the throat so that it can enter my body with the water.

This was repeated three times, and all three capsules entered my stomach.

I am blushing.

This guy, is he thinking of this trick?

"This is an effective way to sum up after many failures." He saw through my thoughts again and smiled and puzzled me.

failure?

With his sight, I saw the stain on his white shirt. It turned out that these were because I had to feed me to take medicine.