The bedding in the ward had all been replaced by Fu Xingzhou for Sang Qiao, soft and neat.
Especially the soft quilt, probably made of air cotton, could wrap Sang Qiao in a warm and cozy manner, like a hermit crab hiding in its shell, feeling safe.
At this moment,
Fu Xingzhou had the quilt wrapped around Sang Qiao and held him close.
The two of them sat intimately on the bed.
Fu Xingzhou's hand roamed over Sang Qiao's soft waist before withdrawing leisurely, gently pinching Sang Qiao's hand.
It seemed quite lecherous.
Poor Sang Qiao, although he had tried hard to learn how to charm women, he had never been in a relationship in his life.
The few times he had blushed were all thanks to Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Qiao even vividly remembered the feeling of Fu Xingzhou's fingers moving over his skin just now, and he trembled slightly.
After finally composing himself, he began to speak in a low and very earnest voice to Fu Xingzhou, "This... this is not good."
Fu Xingzhou rested his chin unabashedly on Sang Qiao's shoulder and blew softly into his ear, asking in a low voice, "Oh, really? What's not good about it?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
In this world—
In this world, there could be such shameless people!
Sang Qiao was at a loss for words. After thinking hard for a while, he said, "In... in the ward, it's not appropriate."
The next moment,
Fu Xingzhou's low laugh reached Sang Qiao's ears.
Immediately after,
Fu Xingzhou said, "Qiaoqiao, how is it inappropriate for me to be intimate with my own wife in the hospital room, huh?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Wife?
Sang Qiao was dumbfounded.
For a moment, he was completely lost. When he finally reacted, his face turned red in an instant.
Sang Qiao opened his mouth several times, but didn't say a word.
It was Fu Xingzhou who felt extremely good today after gaining experience, and he discovered a new pleasure in marriage by taking a different approach.
In a very good mood, and tirelessly so.
Seeing that Sang Qiao remained silent,
Fu Xingzhou spoke again, seriously saying, "Why is your face suddenly so red? Are you running a fever?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao was nestled in Fu Xingzhou's arms and couldn't break free. He gritted his teeth for a long time and said, "No!"
Fu Xingzhou reached out and felt Sang Qiao's forehead, then smiled, "Then is it because you're shy?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao took a deep breath, turned to the side, and earnestly stared at Fu Xingzhou from head to toe.
The more he looked, the more he felt that something was off with him today, as if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Sang Qiao reached out his hand, which was not on the IV, and raised it to Fu Xingzhou's head, feeling his forehead.
No fever...
Sang Qiao withdrew his hand with doubt, and with a serious expression, he started to correct Fu Xingzhou, "Don't call me your wife!"
Perhaps due to staying up for several nights,
Fu Xingzhou didn't seem as well as usual, with a faint shade of blue under his narrow eyes, indicating that he hadn't rested well for a long time.
Not having gone to the company, Fu Xingzhou also didn't wear the usual suit, but dressed very casually, looking much younger than before.
Fu Xingzhou wrapped Sang Qiao in his arms, leaning slightly against the soft leather head of the bed in a lazy manner.
He tightened his hold on Sang Qiao in his arms, and with a bit of difficulty, raised his eyelids, "We're not married?"
Sang Qiao pursed his lips, "We are."
Fu Xingzhou played with Sang Qiao's hand in his palm, "No marriage certificate?"
Sang Qiao: "We have it."
Fu Xingzhou lightly bit Sang Qiao's ear, "Wife, is there a problem?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sangqiao watched as he jumped into the pit dug by Fu Xingzhou and even took the initiative to cover himself with two piles of soil. He frowned and regretted on the spot, "Wife doesn't sound right."
Fu Xingzhou indulged Sangqiao's act of playing dumb and asked, "What doesn't sound right?"
Sangqiao, with a serious expression, held Fu Xingzhou's finger and reasoned, "Wife is for girls... I am male. Males... cannot be called 'wife.'"
This room was a specially prepared ward for senior leaders in the general hospital.
All the equipment was top-notch, even the lights in the room were crystal chandeliers.
The amber light from the chandelier fell on the intertwined figures of Sangqiao and Fu Xingzhou, like waves.
Sangqiao's complexion was a pale color that lacked a healthy feeling due to not seeing sunlight for a long time.
But now, after being bathed in the warm light, it showed a hint of soft and warm color.
From Fu Xingzhou's perspective, he could just see a small mole on Sangqiao's clavicle.
Just like its owner.
Quite endearing.
Fu Xingzhou's gaze lingered on the mole for a while, and his eyes gradually took on a hint of hoarseness.
His voice lowered, and the hand placed on Sangqiao also shifted a few inches.
Fu Xingzhou said, "Okay."
Sangqiao: "??"
Having not received a response from Fu Xingzhou for a long time, Sangqiao, who had just turned around, was at a loss when he suddenly piped up, "Okay what?"
The angle at which Sangqiao voluntarily turned was just right for a kiss.
Fu Xingzhou casually kissed the corner of Sangqiao's mouth and then lovingly rubbed him into his arms, "If not 'wife', then let's use something no one else knows."
Sangqiao: "..."
Fu Xingzhou seemed to really consider it seriously and hugged Sangqiao, saying, "How about calling you 'Sweetie', okay?"
Sangqiao: "..."
Feeling like he was about to explode, Sangqiao, eager to put some distance between himself and Fu Xingzhou, wanted to crawl out of his embrace at the next moment, "No! Not okay, not okay!"
Fu Xingzhou easily subdued Sangqiao's attempt to resist and kissed him again, "Why not okay?"
Dizzy from Fu Xingzhou's kiss, Sangqiao, laboring for breath in Fu Xingzhou's arms, struggled to say, "Only kids... are called 'baby.' I don't want to be called 'baby.'"
Fu Xingzhou lightly raised his lips, "Okay, not 'baby', how about 'Sweetie'?"
Sangqiao: "..."
He had just woken up from a coma.
Sangqiao's energy was not as strong as before, and he struggled to keep up with Fu Xingzhou after a while of teasing. His voice even became softer.
In addition, today, Fu Xingzhou seemed to have activated some strange mechanism, making Sangqiao repeatedly defeated.
Not only had he been tricked countless times, but he had also been secretly taken advantage of several times.
Now that things had quieted down, Sangqiao felt he was at a disadvantage.
So...
With a pout, Sangqiao, very seriously, lay in Fu Xingzhou's arms for a while.
After carefully choosing his words, he said to him again, "Fu Xingzhou, don't do this... we won't last. Neither of us has that emotional foundation, we are just fooling around... it's not, we just got married because someone else said so."
Sangqiao swallowed his vulgar words, striving to speak in an official and decent manner, "You said you liked me before... maybe it's just a... a delusion! When you see someone else in the future, when the delusion is gone, you won't..."
"So you won't like me anymore?"
Fu Xingzhou interrupted Sangqiao.
Sangqiao's expression couldn't tell if he was happy or sad, he lowered his head and fell silent for two seconds, then, feeling foolish and afraid, nodded.
Fu Xingzhou's good mood of the night seemed to have been completely dampened.
He tightened the hand on Sangqiao's waist, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Qiaoqiao, do you like the stage?"
Sangqiao's beautiful eyes widened at the question.
It took a while before he nodded.
Fu Xingzhou asked, "Why do you like it?"
Sangqiao honestly thought for a moment, "Well, I used to not like it... but the last time I performed, I realized that if there are so many people watching me, it's also a good thing..."
Fu Xingzhou seemed to smile, "So, is Qiaoqiao's liking for the stage a delusion?"
Sangqiao paused for a moment and shook his head, "No."
When he stood on the stage.
Under the spotlight.
When the spotlight was only on him.
At that moment.
Even if it's just that moment.
At least no one in this world would choose to abandon him.
Sang Qiao obediently nestled in Fu Xingzhou's arms, quietly pondering for a while, and repeated, "I like the stage, not an illusion."
The night was slightly cool.
The wind in the late autumn and early winter in the northern city was harsh, and the last leaves on the branches were gasping and falling down.
But the ward seemed warm.
Aside from the sound of oxygen.
There were also the words Fu Xingzhou whispered in Sang Qiao's ear, "Similarly, Qiao Qiao, my affection for you is not an illusion either."
Fu Xingzhou's words brushed past Sang Qiao's ear bones, flowed along the quiet moonlight, and then flowed back to the dry blood marks in Sang Qiao's heart, as if they had been holding back for a long time.
Fu Xingzhou added, "Sang Qiao, I like you more than just affection. If you insist on me saying it, then let me say it all at once—I love you very much, Sang Qiao."
Sang Qiao's figure seemed fragile, and upon hearing this, she shuddered as if in disbelief, and turned around.
Fu Xingzhou, like a carnivorous animal that had been waiting for its prey, captured Sang Qiao's gaze completely.
Then he calmly said, "I told you I wouldn't ask for your opinion again, so I'm telling you directly—Sang Qiao, I won't divorce you. In the future, through sickness and health, I will be with you."
Sang Qiao seemed to be startled by Fu Xingzhou's words, and for a long time, she didn't say anything.
Fu Xingzhou reached out and gently tucked the strands of hair in front of Sang Qiao's forehead behind her ear. "I've given you enough time to adapt, and I don't mind your so-called little quirks."
Sang Qiao looked up at the person in front of her.
Fu Xingzhou leaned down slightly and kissed Sang Qiao's forehead. "But also, Sang Qiao, don't reject me anymore. Don't make excuses, don't imagine that I don't want you, understand?"
Sang Qiao hesitated for a while and said softly, "So you won't... not want me?"
"I won't."
Fu Xingzhou kissed Sang Qiao's dry lips again and murmured softly, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to know what I think about every day?"
Sang Qiao sat facing Fu Xingzhou on his bed.
He could see his eyes directly.
Sang Qiao's sixth sense told herself that it was best not to know, so she immediately shook her head earnestly.
But Fu Xingzhou didn't listen to Sang Qiao. He pulled her closer from his legs, lowered his voice, and said, "My daily fantasy is to keep Qiao Qiao at home, lock her in the bedroom, and watch her cry on the bed every day, preferably crying and falling asleep in bed."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Before Sang Qiao could get angry.
Fu Xingzhou continued, "So don't hurt yourself anymore. If you feel unwell, Qiao Qiao, let your husband find other ways to make you feel pain, okay?"