strictlysupreme Chapter 50 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 24
Chapter 50 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 24
That wound really started burning at that moment.
Wen Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he repeated in a weak, pale voice something like, "Saving Mr. Nakamura is what I should do."
He knew he was lying, and he knew that Ling Yi knew about his deep-seated hatred for the Japanese, and that everything he did was for the mission.
She should understand and support herself.
But that doesn't stop her from caring for herself, does it?
A soft kiss suddenly landed on Wen Zhao's dry lips, and he was suddenly speechless.
This was their first kiss, their first intimate encounter outside of acting.
Without any promises or sweet words, in the Japanese hospital, this kiss came suddenly and dangerously, yet it spoke volumes without a word.
It turns out that it wasn't his love that flourished before death; her love also sprouted at that moment.
Wen Zhao blinked weakly, having lost all ability to speak. He just stared straight at Ling Yi, trying to discern something from her.
She must like herself, she must love herself.
At that moment, a pair of soft hands pressed down on him in an extremely annoying way, plunging him into darkness so he could no longer see the face of his lover.
"Rest now." After disturbing everyone's peace of mind, Ling Yi began to calmly advise them to rest.
How can one sleep when one hears such omens?
He now desperately wants to tear off the gauze and go out to kill a few Japanese soldiers to liven things up.
"You..." He only managed to utter one word before someone pressed a fingertip to his lips.
"Shh." Ling Yi gently kissed his lips again through her fingertips: "I don't really want to talk to you right now."
She thought she must have developed the selfish trait that belongs to humans; even though she knew he was right in everything, she still couldn't help but be angry at him for not cherishing himself.
Fortunately, she still had some sense and wouldn't do anything that she herself would despise.
This kiss completely sealed Wen Zhao away.
She was both annoyed and heartbroken, so she really does love herself, right?
Even though he was practically on his deathbed, he was emitting a sweet scent, which made Ling Yi gently pat him and say, "Stop thinking about it, go to sleep!"
Whose patient would be so energetic?
"I can't sleep," Wen Zhao whispered. "I want to see you."
"No." Ling Yi pressed him down forcefully, giving him a low command: "Sleep now, and when you wake up, give me a kiss, otherwise..."
The eyelashes that had been tickling her palm like a small fan suddenly fell silent, and Wen Zhao instantly closed her eyes tightly and fell asleep in a second.
Hearing his slightly heavier breathing, Ling Yi couldn't help but gently tug at his ear: "Childish."
He just did something outrageous, but now he's acting like a child again. It's really frustrating.
Lingyi gave him another reassuring kiss on the corner of his lips, assuring him, "Go to sleep, I'm here for you."
He had done everything he could; now it was her turn to consolidate his achievements.
After a long while, when the ward door closed again, leaving only one person there, Wen Zhao's lips suddenly curled up.
His nerves, stretched to the point of near collapse in enemy territory, finally got a chance to rest, and he had his first good night's sleep.
After leaving the ward, Ling Yi took a deep breath and leaned against the wall in the corridor, shedding tears for a long time.
After confirming that the patrolling Japanese soldiers had witnessed everything, she hurriedly returned to her small home and instructed Sister Hong to prepare some easily digestible food suitable for the wounded.
With such a major incident, the entire city of Shanghai was gripped by fear and tension. Countless eyes of the Japanese were fixed on everyone involved in the assassination attempt, trying to find the mole from the Northwest.
It's better to stay still than to make a move. What Ling Yi needs to do now is not to show off or make a spectacle of herself. She just needs to be a good helpmate and a timid wife whose heart and eyes are full of love for her husband.
So she went back and forth between home and the hospital every day, and the only outsider she came into contact with was Sister Hong, who had been bribed by Lao Zhang.
Even if someone suddenly develops suspicions about the Wen family, the person they monitor will be perfectly normal.
Wen Zhao is undoubtedly the biggest beneficiary of her "normal" life.
The person lying in the hospital bed received meticulous care from Ling Yi.
From feeding and changing clothes to washing and dressing, Ling Yi personally took care of him, who was only injured in the shoulder and not disabled, without relying on anyone else.
The first time she wiped his body, Wen Zhao wished he could crawl into the metal frame and become one with the hospital bed.
He clutched his pants, his face flushed red, and whispered, "No...no need."
It was a deep night, and the ward was completely quiet.
Wen Zhao's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, and his eyes looked at Ling Yi with a mixture of shyness and fear.
Under the warm yellow light, Ling Yi was holding a basin with a towel hanging beside it.
She looked down at Wen Zhao, who was about to jump up, and asked, "Can you move your body?"
"Yes!" Wen Zhao swore, more resolute than when he decided to kill Lao Zhang.
"Then tear open the wound and let the doctor find out what's going on?" Ling Yi smirked, her tone not very friendly. "That's not something a rational person would do."
Wen Zhao: "..."
He found out, and Lingyi was still angry that he didn't take his own health seriously.
She had to be both a reasonable person who understood him and a lover who would punish him.
Can……
This is going way too far for him!
The young man, who had only been given kisses a few times and was stingy with them, could not even imagine the scene of having his pants pulled down and being wiped.
Just thinking about it made his blood rush backward, and his vision became a kaleidoscope of colors.
"Take it off, don't make me repeat myself a third time." Ling Yi glanced meaningfully at the door: "Stop aggravating your wound and get discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, that's what you need to do now."
The sooner they are discharged from the hospital, the sooner they can proceed with their work; this is what a rational underground worker should do.
Wen Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed heavily a few times, and he felt that it was difficult to maintain his rationality at this moment.
His only movable arm was heavily draped over his face, and he said with a death-defying resolve, "Come on."
Ling Yi slowly moved down his well-defined abdomen, watching his body tense up even more, before slowly saying, "I'm too lazy for you to make me take your clothes off."
Wen Zhao: "..."
He hated the Japanese military police guarding the outside!
If they weren't watching him, he would definitely drag this arrogant woman down and give her a good talking-to about whether she was lazy or not.
But now, he could only act like a wronged little wife, tugging at the bedsheets with a pitiful expression, and saying in a low voice, "Are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'm going to sleep!"
Why use such a strange tone when you're just wiping yourself down!
It's so annoying!
"You're being served and you still have such a temper." Ling Yi placed the basin on the bedside table and patted his tense abs with displeasure: "Relax, be careful not to tear your wound!"