As if he heard a funny word, he glanced at Han Yun on the hospital bed.

The movements were very casual.

"Rourou, I have always been kind to women. As you know, you slapped me twice and I didn't fight back." Rong Jincheng's voice was very low, and his warm breath lingered around her ears, "

But that doesn’t mean I’ll always be patient, understand?”

"Why...you have so many women, why do you still care about me?"

"Because you feel comfortable sleeping, is this answer satisfactory? In other words, I'm not tired of it yet, just use whichever answer you like."

"I understand." Han Yurou lowered her long eyelashes, and there was an indescribable indifference in her eyes.

"I like smart women." Rong Jincheng stroked her chin and put his other hand around her waist, "Rourou, there is a racing competition tomorrow, come with me."

After saying that, Rong Jincheng did not embarrass her anymore, let go of his hand, and raised the corners of his lips in an upward arc.

He strode outside the ward without lingering.

Han Yurou held on to the wall, her legs trembling.

His eyes were tired and tired, and his heart seemed to have lost consciousness, numb to the point of paleness.

After a long time, she slowly lowered her hand and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table again.

The blade of the knife is shining brightly.

She never admitted that she was a weak girl. When she was in school, she always worked hard to get first place. When she was studying abroad, she was also proactive in getting scholarships.

I have always worked hard and have never been weak or backed down.

This time, she hesitated.

No one has ever forced her like Rong Jincheng, almost driving her to a dead end.

However, he still looked like he was hiding a knife behind his smile, unable to find any fault.

Lowering her head, she looked at the fruit knife in her hand, held the handle, and picked up the unpeeled apple on the side.

The apple peel falls off layer by layer.

There was no luster in her eyes, and her indifferent gaze fell on the white blade.

Several times, she almost cut her finger because she was distracted.

My heart seemed to have sunk, falling to the bottom of the sea without any ripples.

…

Saturday, arrived as promised.

Jinyuan.

Early in the morning, Rong Jincheng had already finished dressing up. He was wearing sportswear and looked high-spirited.

Han Yurou was getting up from the bed and standing in front of the floor-length mirror combing her hair.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her eyes don't have much luster.

Rong Jincheng had tormented her all night last night. He seemed to be full of energy, but she couldn't lift her spirits at all.

"You forgot to wear a condom last night." She said calmly, expressionless.

Rong Jincheng's hand holding the lighter paused and chuckled: "You remember clearly, but you forgot once. It was so fun."

"Then when I pass by the pharmacy later, I'll buy a bottle of medicine."

"Rourou, it's not good to take too much medicine, it's harmful to the body." Rong Jincheng leaned against the wall, his legs slightly crossed, his posture was elegant, but his face had an incomprehensible meaning.

"If you knew that taking medicine was not good, you would not forget to take measures."

"There are always mistakes."

"Did you and your other female companions make mistakes? If so, congratulations. I'm afraid that in a few years, a group of children will start calling you 'Dad'." Han Yurou was unceremonious.

Rong Jincheng chuckled softly: "That's not true. You are different from them. Otherwise, Rourou, you can give me a child."

With a "pop" sound, the skin care product bottle in Han Yurou's hand fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!