He was wearing a blue and white striped sick gown, quietly closing his eyes, his beautiful fan-shaped eyelashes trembled, and an infusion bottle hung on his arm. It seemed that he had just changed into a bottle, but it was still full.

The doctor said that he has strong physical fitness and should be awakened in the next few days.

Zhan Longcheng originally wanted to bring him back to China directly, but he was afraid that the news would leak and cause changes in the domestic situation, so he gave up his thoughts and decided to wait until Zhan Hanjue woke up before seeing.

This also gave Ning Xi a chance.

The accompanying guard was shocked when he saw Ning Xi rushing into the balcony, he pointed to the house, opened the door, and then stayed alone on the balcony, leaving them plenty of space.

Ning Xi looked at the female nurse gratefully and quietly walked closer to Han Jue's bedside...

Looking at his calm but pale cheeks, due to weakness, he was less crazy and serious and more peaceful.

Ning Xi covered her mouth, and suddenly she felt sad and happy, and her heart was sore...

It's great, he's still alive.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingertips carefully depicting his deep contours, first with his closed eyes, then with his thick eyelashes, and then with his high nose bridge and thin lips...

Her movement paused as she crossed the corner of his lips.

She found that the right side of his lower lip had a little broken skin, and it had already scabbed at this time.

It was when he was in the car that he suddenly pushed her away and she unconsciously bit her through.

"Zhan Hanjue, I'm sorry, you must wake up quickly." Ning Xi held his big palm with clear joints and rubbed him awkwardly.

It seems that the hotter it is to rub, the higher his body temperature means the stronger his vitality...

I don’t know how long I spent with him quietly like this, but Ning Xi clearly said he would leave after taking a look, but he was always reluctant to leave.

After a while, the pain in her body also worsened, and she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes and felt tired.

Lord War jumped off the car a little late, and accidentally hit his head.

Even in a coma, his brain burst into pain. He frowned. In a trance, he felt that someone was holding his hand, soft and warm, and from time to time someone said something in his ear.

He slowly opened his eyes as his knuckles moved slightly.

There was only a dim wall light on in the ward. After moving it tentatively, I found myself being held by a pair of soft little hands.

The back and thighs were so painful that he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

His eyes looked up with this little hand again, and Ning Xi was sleeping heavily by the bed.

Her hair was a little messy and she hung on her cheeks disobediently, covering her beautiful eyelashes.

When I recalled what happened before falling off the cliff, a hint of cruelty flashed in my eyes.

This time it was a lucky one. They all survived, and he would never allow another one!

The other hand struggled to push away the hair on her temples, Zhan Hanjue looked at the girl who was guarding him gently. This time, he paid a heavy price, so he should be able to keep her, right?

At this moment, Zhan Hanjue felt the girl in his palm struggling uneasyly, and his breathing became rapid-

"Zhan Hanjue, don't... don't die..."

As she exclaimed, tears seemed to flow out of the corners of her eyes, and I don’t know what she dreamed of.

"Ningxi?" Zhan Hanjue quickly pinched her little hand, pushed her shoulder and shook her to wake her up: "Wake up..."

Ning Xi woke up by him, but was still immersed in the nightmare. She didn't come back to her senses for a while, just staring blankly at the man who suddenly woke up, with crystal tears rolling in her eyes.

"Have you had a nightmare?" Zhan Hanjue reached out to wipe the tears on her face, feeling very distressed.

"Zhan Hanjue, are you awake? Are you finally awake?"

Ning Xi finally returned to China and pulled out of the nightmare. His nose and eyes were red, and his whole heart was thrilled.

She stood up excitedly and looked him seriously.

Her little hand suddenly disappeared in her palm, and Zhan Hanjue's heart was empty, so he simply spread his arms towards her: "Come here, let me hug you."

Ning Xi whimpered without refusal, threw herself into his arms, crying and laughing, and murmured in a vague manner: "You are finally awake! Do you know how afraid I am of something wrong with you, how afraid that you will never wake up again..."

Zhan Hanjue had an injury to his right arm, so he could only hold her weakly, put his thin lips on her cheek, and tasted a faint salty smell.

Then the kiss slowly down her cheek...

"I'm not dead yet. You're crying so sadly, it's unlucky."

He coaxed softly with a hoarse voice, trying to joke but not having much strength.

"You dare to leave me behind again in the future!" Ning Xi stared at him fiercely, but tears flowed down: "I don't allow you to bet on your own lives, otherwise I... I will remarry with my two children and ask them to call Cheng Yi's father. I'm so angry that you can't even cover the coffin board..."

Zhan Hanjue stared at her, his eyes deepened with a faint look: "You are so angry with me just now when I woke up?"

As he said that, he suddenly covered his chest and bent down slightly, looking like he couldn't breathe.

Ning Xi was panicked, afraid that he would really hurt him, so he quickly reached out to check his chest...

Zhan Hanjue's eyes flashed slightly, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her hard.

But the wounds on my body were so painful that I couldn't take up any strength.

He immediately turned blue with regret.

Why did I make myself look like this? It's difficult to hug her.

Otherwise, if she kept calling his name in her dreams, he would have pressed her to the head of the bed...

Just thinking about this, a stream of blood boiled in my body.

Ning Xi touched his chest for a long time, and then he felt a smooth area without any trace of wounds. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip: "Is it an internal injury? Wait, I'll call the nurse over..."

"Don't leave." Zhan Hanjue surrounded her domineeringly, and was distracted by her touch.

His voice became even more hoarse.

"I heard all the words you said at the top of the cliff. As long as I come back, will you agree to me with anything?"

"..." Ning Xi was a little unwilling to think of the loss of composure at that time, and sucked his nose and his voice was muffled: "I don't remember anything."

"Do you want me to repeat? You are shouting, you have put on my ring and want a Western wedding."

Zhan Hanjue took his jaw and rubbed it on her shoulder hole, grinding it little by little, as he seemed to touch the tiny fluff on her cheeks when he spoke, which was numb.

Ning Xi's cheeks turned red, and there was a fire burning where his warm breath brushed past.

"Ningxi, you still like me, don't torture me anymore..." He gave up resisting her. He clearly wanted to be soft, but he slowly circled her neck with his fingertips.

This kind of intimacy made Ning Xi tremble like an electric shock.

She was bewitched and looked up at his dark eyes, and was about to be sucked in. She accidentally clasped her fingers tightly with him. Ning Xi felt sour and was honest with her fragility, and she couldn't let go of this man...

This man who can kill her.
Chapter completed!