Unlike Qi Cheng’s anger, Tang Yanqi appeared very calm. Sheng Jianan didn’t like her, he even hated her, which she had long been used to.
"Tangtang, why are you so calm?"
The drip quickly brought down the fever, and Tang Yanqi was feeling much better. She even had the mind to joke with Qi Cheng: "Aiya, I’m so angry, what should I do? What should I do? Should I punch sothing?"
"Tang Yanqi!"
Qi was furious. She was concerned about her, and the result was getting punched twice?
Qi Cheng pouted, looked up to see Tang Yanqi’s drip was finished, rang the bell to call the nurse to remove the needle, then opened the porridge she brought and fed Tang Yanqi spoon by spoon.
After eating and resting for a while, Tang Yanqi and Qi Cheng left the hospital. Her fever had subsided, and as long as she took her dicine and got her injections on ti, she didn’t need to stay in the hospital.
Back in the dormitory, Tang Yanqi climbed into bed to rest, raised her hand to look at the re-bandaged wound; it looked far more beautiful, and didn’t hurt as much. But she still felt that the mummy-like bandage sohow made her feel more secure.
After all, it was Sheng Jianan who had bandaged it for her.
Recalling the bandaging scene, Tang Yanqi unconsciously thought of the kiss that had caused her injury.
Their second kiss.
The man’s lips were softer than she had imagined and warm, but the words from those warm lips were always enough to freeze soone to death.
Yet no matter how arrogant, how cold, how sharp-tongued he was, no one dared to say "no" to him, because he was Sheng Jianan.
"Sheng Jianan..."
Silently saying the na twice in her heart, Tang Yanqi’s mouth twitched into a wry smile. What was she doing? Why was she thinking about Sheng Jianan again?
Reflecting on this period of ti, it seed like their interactions had indeed increased, was she starting to lose control again?
That was not a good signal. Tang Yanqi shook her head to force herself to throw those ssy thoughts out of her mind. It’s best to avoid him a little in the future; otherwise, in the end, the one who’d be in pain, the unlucky one, would only be her.
She pulled the blanket over her head with one hand and turned to sleep.
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As the night fell, Sheng Jianan returned to his apartnt. He had a social engagent after leaving the hospital, drank a bit, and felt warm all over. With one hand he turned on the light, the other loosened his tie, walked to the sofa, and collapsed into it, spreading his arms and legs in a lazy posture.
Sheng Jianan leaned his head against the sofa back, eyes closed, lost in thought, until the phone’s ringtone broke the silence.
He took the phone out of his pocket without looking at the caller ID, and put it to his ear, "Speak!"
There was a pause on the other end before a low growl ca through: "Brat, who do you think you’re talking to!"
Sheng Jianan frowned, took the phone down to take a look: "Oh, old man, what wind blew you this way to have ti to call ?"
"Brat, mind your tongue. Where’s Yanxi? Her phone’s off, did you bully her again?"
Upon hearing his grandfather ntion Tang Yanqi, a hint of displeasure flashed across Sheng Jianan’s face: "Old man, are you getting senile? I’m your grandson."
"A grandson can’t give great-grandchildren, only a granddaughter-in-law can, hand the phone to Yanxi, I want to talk to her."
Sheng Jianan’s eyes swept around the apartnt, his tone slightly mischievous: "She’s asleep, and Grandpa, calling this late, do you still want great-grandchildren?"
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