The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 7: Shen Zhouran seems a little pitiful

Author: [ Collect this chapter ] [Complain]Chapter 7
　　In order to get rid of these inexplicable emotions, Liang Siyan stayed in the club all day.

　　At the same time, Shen Zhouran also slept all day.

　　In fact, he did not sleep peacefully, waking up and falling asleep, and was tortured by pain repeatedly. In the end, the doctor couldn't bear it anymore and injected him with a small amount of analgesics in a controlled amount, and then he fell asleep completely.

　　When I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

　　Shen Zhouran moved his eyelids, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before slowly coming back to his senses.

　　"Are you awake?" A calm, low-pitched male voice sounded in his ears.

　　Shen Zhouran turned his head and saw an unexpected person: "Brother? Why are you here?"

　　"I heard from Uncle Sun that you changed your medicine yesterday." Shen Luozhou glanced at his left wrist, where there was a new The layers of gauze wrapped around him perfectly covered the severe wounds underneath.

　　Shen Zhouran subconsciously shrank his hands under the quilt.

　　Shen Luozhou saw it in his eyes: "Why are you hiding? I won't scold you."

　　After returning home last night, Uncle Sun kept talking to him about changing the dressing and how terrible the wound was. He almost died. .
　　As he spoke, he burst into tears and kept repeating: "The young master is in so much pain and yet he tells me that it doesn't hurt. He also smiles at me and doesn't want me to be sad... The young master, the young master is back again. I knew it, He must have figured it out and got better again..."

　　"Does it hurt?" Shen Luozhou often asked this question recently, and now he asked it again.
　　The tone was subtly different.

　　Shen Zhouran was lying on the bed, looking at him, and lightly twitched his little finger with his right hand: "Come here."

　　Shen Luozhou came closer and leaned down: "Want me to help?"

　　"Come here again." Shen Zhouran Ran shook his head, patted the bed with his hand, and motioned for him to sit over here.

　　Shen Luozhou sat down.

　　The two were very close now, and Shen Zhouran could smell the faint woody fragrance of his elder brother. It was a dry, cold atmosphere, with the slightly bitter smell of bergamot.
　　He struggled to sit up.

　　Shen Luozhou saw that he was struggling and helped him.
　　He placed his palms on Shen Zhouran's back, with the hard shoulder blades under his palms, trying to support his sickly body.

　　Too thin too.
　　Shen Luozhou frowned without taking away his hand.

　　Shen Zhouran sat up and grabbed Shen Luozhou's collar tightly with his hands, but did not let go either.
　　Then he slowly and slowly rested his head on his shoulder, then relieved all his strength and almost curled up into the slightly bitter and cold embrace.

　　Shen Luozhou felt the strength on his shoulders and looked down at him slightly uncomfortably, but all he could see was the fluffy top of his hair. He thought for a moment and didn't push the person away.

　　Shen Zhouran skillfully found the most comfortable position to lean against, listening to the steady heartbeat in his ears, one after another.

　　"Brother." He called him.