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"Big brother, don't get agitated! As long as you lie down, I'll talk to you." Zhang Moyan helplessly, had to lie back on the bed.
"Sister-in-law has been found."
"Then he is..." holding his breath.
"Don't worry, he's still breathing!" Zhang Moyan looked pale, Heizi realized he had spoken out of turn and touched his nose.
"When we found Sister-in-law, she had already been rescued and was lying on the shore. It was freezing cold, but luckily someone had covered her with a piece of clothing."
"I want to go see!"
Perhaps Heizi is just saying this to comfort him, he must confirm it again, this is one aspect, if An Yuan really comes back, then his situation will definitely not be optimistic, how can he not be by his side in the most difficult time.
"Ah ah ah! Could it be that my Heizi words are still false? ... How did I accept you, a nagging person, as my big brother in the first place." Heizi rubbed his bald head and firmly pressed Zhang Moyan, who had just gotten up, back onto the bed.
"The doctor injected Sister-in-law with your pheromones, and her condition has improved. However, she is very weak and needs to rest. Are you intentionally causing trouble by coming over now?"
An Yuan going into heat was no secret to all the alphas present at the time.
Zhang Moyan knows that Heizi is stubborn, but Heizi changes his tone and says, "Bro, think about it. If you go over now, it will just add to the chaos. If you rest in bed now, you will recover faster. By then, your sister-in-law will also be better, and you will be better. Isn't that a win-win situation?!"
"True," Zhang Moyan nods.
Hey, Heizi proudly pats his head. Although what he said is true, when did his big brother become so easily fooled?
Looking at Zhang Moyan lying calmly on the bed, Heizi goes up and gently covers him with the rumpled blanket.
No response? It seems even tigers take naps.
Taking advantage of Heizi relaxing his guard, Zhang Moyan suddenly exerted force, lifting his leg and hitting Heizi directly in the abdomen.
"Big brother, you have a really cruel heart!" Heizi squatted in the corner, holding his stomach, and a puddle of snot and tears flowed. Damn, it's a dilemma being a good person and a bad person!
He couldn't stop it now, but the only comforting thing for him was that Zhang Moyan could kick him with such force, so it seems there's nothing to worry about in terms of his physical condition.
Looking at the door handle in front of him, Zhang Moyan reached out his hand, then hesitated and pulled it back.
Spread out your five fingers and place them in your line of sight. When did he become so indecisive, was it last year or the year before?
A pale and weak smile appeared on his face. Whenever there is any involvement with An Yuan, he is always like this, isn't he?
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he was jumping off the bridge with Yiyang and An Yuan. The wisps of hair by An Yuan's ear were gently floating in the air, and he reached out, but couldn't touch them.
Some things could have been avoided, perhaps leading to a different outcome if he had acted decisively.
Taking a deep breath, finally grasping the handle, and with a slight effort, the door opened.
The quietness in the room almost made Zhang Moyan hold his breath. Thump, thump, the atmosphere filled with gloom was instantly wiped out as he caught a whiff of the pheromone unique to An Yuan.
The white big bed is covered with a soft blanket, with a slight bulge in the middle where a transparent IV tube extends into.
With a slightly blurred vision, Zhang Moyan trembled as she took out a handkerchief to wipe her eyes, then her face showed a relaxed expression, like a child who had just been given candy.
Dr. Xu came in, and Zhang Moyan was standing by the bed.
"Don't worry too much, An Yuan is not seriously injured."
"With you here, I feel assured."
Dr. Xu glanced at the bed, then furrowed his brow and pressed down the blanket covering An Yuan's head, revealing his pale face underneath. He then lowered his voice, "I remember telling you that sleeping like this is not good for his health. Why don't you make him change it?"
Zhang Moyan smiling, did not answer.
He has never failed to try. It's easy to say for other things, but for this one thing, no matter how many times and methods he has tried, the effect is minimal. This habit seems to be innate, flowing in An Yuan's blood, permeating the skin. To eradicate it, it would require a complete transformation.
In comparison, just let it be. After all, he's always by his side, isn't he?
"Never mind whether you change or not for now, just sitting there and not even bothering to cover him with a blanket."
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