The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng was transferred to Wen Zhi's ward and learned about his injuries from the doctor.

Fortunately, the injury wasn't too serious, but it wasn't as minor as he described, just a small cut on the skin.

The bomb detonated, and shrapnel from the explosion pierced his right side. Fortunately, it wasn't deep and didn't break any bones; otherwise, he would never be able to exert himself too much in his lower back for the rest of his life.

The injury to his left leg must have been from falling when he tackled her.

Wen Yisheng walked back to the ward in a sullen mood, feeling a subtle tightness in her chest.

Actually, this is an emotion of heartache.

She wanted to do something to compensate Wen Zhi for the physical harm he had suffered.

As soon as Wen Yisheng entered the ward, she saw Wen Zhi, who had been sleeping on the bed, wake up, supporting his waist as he got out of bed, his pale lips tightly pressed together.

"Why are you getting out of bed? Go back to bed!" Wen Yisheng put down her water glass and nervously pressed him back onto the bed.

Wen Zhi smiled and obediently lay back down, taking her hand in his. Soft, wispy hair partially obscured her eyebrows and eyes, making her look exceptionally pure and innocent: "Where did you go? I wanted to see you as soon as I opened my eyes."

Like a child begging for candy.

Wen Yisheng's heart softened, and she sat down on the edge of the bed.

After that incident, I might have broken free of my psychological constraints. I find him more and more pleasing to the eye, and I never get tired of looking at him.

She poured Wen Zhi a glass of water and carefully placed a straw in it. She then tilted the headboard at a suitable angle and fed him, saying, "I've gone to get you some water."

Wen Zhi's hands, which moved freely, were folded over his body. He drank some water in the same way she fed him, and the smile on his face was impossible to suppress.

"It's so sweet." He licked his lips.

Wen Yisheng was taken aback, realizing that he was injured in his waist and legs, but his hands were not injured!

Her face flushed, and she shoved the water into his hand, saying, "Take it and drink it yourself."

Wen Zhitian felt her heart bubbling with sweetness, her face filled with tenderness and affection.

He took the water glass and casually rubbed his fingertips against her hand.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Wen Yisheng asked.

Wen Zhi knew that she knew about his injuries.

"It hurts so much," he said hoarsely.

Actually, it doesn't hurt after getting a painkiller injection.

But now that she knows, Wen Zhi will definitely develop a persona of being weak and helpless in order to gain Wen Yisheng's meticulous care.

Wen Zhi then said seriously, "But it won't leave a scar. Even if it does, I will have scar removal surgery."

"...You are not allowed to dislike me." He stated firmly but nervously.

Wen Yisheng felt that he had misunderstood her.

Is she the kind of person who only cares about appearances? Or is it that he values ​​appearances, which is why he said that?

"If I had scars on my face, would you dislike me?" she asked rhetorically.

"No," he answered without hesitation.

Wen Yisheng: "I don't know how either."

Wen Zhi remained silent, secretly pondering how to remove the scars.

Wen Yisheng clenched her fingers, remained silent for a moment, blinked, and then asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Her injuries are alright; as long as she doesn't experience any extreme emotions, she doesn't even feel a headache anymore.

"You don't need to do anything, you should rest quietly," Wen Zhi said.

"Have you thought about...?"

Wen Zhi interrupted her without changing his expression: "Give me a kiss, that's what I want right now."

Wen Yisheng choked, frowned, gave him a serious look, and cautiously moved to the foot of the bed to distance herself from him.

"No, this is a hospital."

Wen Zhi put the water glass on the table, his expression suddenly changed, and he touched the wound on his side. A painful groan escaped from the corner of his pale lips: "It hurts... I think it aggravated the wound."

Wen Yisheng panicked and leaned closer. "Does it hurt a lot? I'll call the nurse... just bear with it."

She got up and pressed the call button by her bedside.

However, Wen Zhi reached out and pulled.

Caught off guard, Wen Yisheng stumbled and fell onto his shoulder. His warm breath brushed against her ear, and Wen Yisheng hurriedly looked up, meeting his beautiful smiling eyes up close.

"Your kiss distracted me, and that's better than anything else to stop the pain." He said seriously, looking down at her lips, his eyes deep and dark.

"Give it a try? Hmm?"

The two were standing too close, their voices were warm and hoarse, and sounded strangely sour.

Wen Yisheng knew perfectly well that this pervert was spouting nonsense.

Her posture was awkward, her eyes darting around, and she said shyly, "Just a little kiss."

Wen Zhi seemed to have been holding back for a long time. The smile in his eyes faded, and he stared intently and deeply, waiting for her to agree before kissing her directly.

Wen Yisheng sat on the edge of the bed and kissed him from the side.

I was also worried that his movement would aggravate his wound.

She paid attention to his posture, leaned forward, and lowered her body slightly, looking like she was taking the initiative, kissing him passionately.

Just then, there was a noise at the ward door.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, and she pushed him away. The wet kiss that broke the silence was especially clear.

She tidied her hair to hide her embarrassment, got up to pour water, and didn't dare to look back, her face flushed red.

Wen Zhi looked towards the door with a gloomy and dissatisfied gaze.

"..." Wen Congnan froze slightly at the door, unsure whether to go in or leave.

It's understandable that two young children might not be able to control themselves.

Upon meeting his son's murderous glare, he adopted a fatherly demeanor and chose to come in directly.

Wen Yisheng took a sip of water, turned around and saw Wen Congnan, and almost choked to death.

She felt like squashing Wen Zhi; how embarrassing! How could she act like this in front of her elders...

"Uncle Wen..." Wen Yisheng said, forcing a smile.

"Dad," Wen Zhi called out with a smile.

Wen Congnan, on the other hand, was quite natural. He was clearly a man who had experienced many ups and downs, and he asked about the two of them's health with concern.

Later, Wen Yisheng made an excuse to go out for some fresh air.

About five minutes later, Wen Yisheng returned.

Wen Congnan and his son Wen Zhi seemed to be talking about something. When they saw her come in, they changed the subject. Wen Congnan didn't stay long after she returned and left.