In the evening, Zhan Hanjue changed his clingy nature during the day and coaxed Zheng Ling with kind words: "My cough at night will affect your rest. Zheng Ling, you go to the next bedroom to rest."

Zheng Ling shook his head and refused decisively, "No, just because you are a patient, I can't leave you here alone."

Zhan Hanjue used his trump card, "Be good. Be obedient. When you wake up tomorrow, I will be full of energy."

If it had been before, even if Zheng Ling's whole body's scales had exploded, these words would have made her docile.

But now, Zheng Ling smiled brightly at him. However, her tone was stronger than ever before, "No. I'll sleep with you."

If he had known that he would not be able to deal with Zheng Ling at night, he would not have gone back to Wuyou Garden with her for nothing.

"Zheng Ling, your body immunity is weak, you will be infected if you are so close to me." Zhan Hanjue said sharply.

After saying that, Zheng Ling jumped on the bed and lay next to him without even taking off her clothes.

Zhan Hanjue sat up in panic and looked at Zheng Ling blankly.

"Zheng Ling, I can't sleep with you here." He kept chattering.

"When did you become so talkative?"

Zheng Ling suddenly leaned forward and tried to block his nagging with her mouth.

Zhan Hanjue was so frightened that his eagle eyes suddenly shrank, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Zheng Ling kissed the back of his hand.

He picked up the mask on the bedside table and put on two layers of medical surgical masks. Then he lay down next to Zheng Ling.

Seeing that he didn't chase him away, Zheng Ling secretly opened her eyes and looked at him. Only to find that Zhan Hanjue was looking at her for a moment. His handsome face was covered with a trace of helpless frustration.

After Zheng Ling finished speaking, she deliberately closed her eyes and snored one after another. The snores were like thunder.

Zhan Hanjue couldn't laugh or cry.

Those sharp and cold eagle eyes contained a doting smile, and his heart was completely soft.

Zheng Ling still liked to stick to him when he was sick, which moved him very much.

However, seeing that he was wearing two masks, his breath sounds, which were originally caused by respiratory diseases, became louder. Zheng Ling surrendered and said, "Okay, okay. I'll chat with you for a while and then go over. Is that okay?"

Lord Zhan Han breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Ling's care for him was both trusting and selfless.

He suddenly couldn't hold it back, reached out and gently touched Zheng Ling's cheek, with a gentle smile in his eyes. He sighed: "Zheng Ling, the most proud thing I have ever done in my life is probably to marry you."

This scene suddenly reminded him of the time when he was still A Yue in the fishing village, and had a rash all over his body due to allergies. The ignorant fishermen thought he had a shady disease and alienated him. At that time, Qiu Lian did not dare to approach her.

.

But when Zheng Ling saw his rash, her first reaction was not to distance herself from him, but to hold his hand and check the symptoms repeatedly. She completely ignored the potential harm this unknown disease might have to her.

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue, "Are you willing to hit me?"

Reluctant to part with it.

Zheng Ling smiled happily. But she said mischievously: "Oh, it's my fault that I was young and deceived by you. Otherwise, I could have fallen in love a few more times."

Zhan Hanjue's smile condensed... His voice was so cold that it chilled his bones. "You're itchy, aren't you?"

Zhan Hanjue suddenly asked seriously: "Zheng Ling, have you ever regretted being with me?"

Zheng Ling pretended to think. "Let me think about it."

Zhan Hanjue was sullen, "Yan Zhengling..."


Chapter completed!