The quilt was sultry, and Gu Bao had a needle in the back of his hand, so he could only be exposed outside the quilt. He was pale and thin, with a slight bruise at the needle opening, and his skin was extremely delicate, just like Gu Bao.
The sound of the door closing clearly sounded, Gu Bao closed his eyes tightly in the quilt, the pain began to spread from the surgical site, and spread to the location of the heart, stuffy and heavy, like being enveloped in endless haze.
His nose was blocked and his eyes were sore. Gu Bao choked and bit his lip, crying softly until the quilt was lifted and the air came in and covered Gu Bao gently, with Pei Ting's eyes.
Gu Bao was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his hair was wet on his fair forehead.
He looked good, with chapped lips and a tired face, curled up like a child.
If you do something wrong, you will cry, act like a spoiled child, and let people compromise with him.
But what did Gu Bao do wrong? Pei Ting thought, Gu Bao just didn't like him.
He stayed by Gu Bao's side, willing to swallow the pain over and over again, just to taste the sugar that his sweetheart accidentally spilled from his fingertips.
Knowing that sugar dissolves in your mouth will soon turn into pain.
But it's like a drug addict, craving something you know will be painful.
It's all personal choice, it's all about Gubao.
Pei Ting picked up Gu Bao from the hospital bed, like holding a precious treasure, and like holding up the spring water that even if he was about to die of thirst, he would not dare to drink.
His movements were careful, his strength was gentle and gentle, he hugged Gu Bao and buried his face in his sweaty neck.
Pei Ting closed his eyes and said that I didn't leave.
Gu Bao raised his hand and hugged Pei Ting, his emotions were up and down, and after recovering from the operation, tiredness surged up: "You are not allowed to leave, stay here."
"Okay." Pei Ting can agree to what Gu Bao says now.
Gu Bao said, "Don't be angry with me."
"Yeah." Pei Ting replied in a low voice, he felt the body in his arms soften, so he put Gu Bao back on the hospital bed again.
Gu Bao closed his eyes and lay on the bed to relax. Pei Ting washed the towel, wiped his sweat, and wiped his hands.
Maybe it's because Pei Ting can do everything well, so even in such work as serving others, he can do it thoughtfully and perfectly.
The thought ran through his mind as he stumbled to sleep.
Pei Ting... is indeed a gentle person.
When she woke up, Tang Yumei had returned to the ward and was using her mobile phone to fight with others, her eyes focused on the phone screen.
Gu Bao glanced around the ward and was a little disappointed that he didn't see Pei Ting.
There was an extra glass bottle on the bedside table with a few yellow roses inserted. Gu Bao yawned and sat up: "Mom, I'm hungry, where's the meal?"
Tang Yumei played a card: "Pei Ting went to buy it, that kid is so polite and so handsome. I am The more I look at it, the more I like it, it would be great if I could be my son."
