untamed

Chapter 160 The kind that is going to die
Wen Ye seemed to have a feeling, he half-opened his eyes to look at people, and it took a long while to recognize that the person in front of him was Shen Jiu.

She habitually opened her hands, muttering, "Hug."

Wen Ye's legs were so numb that he couldn't feel them, but because of the sudden movement, the mind-blowing pain and numbness immediately rushed to the top of the skin.

Subconsciously, she grasped Shen Jiu's clothes vigorously, her little brows were tightly frowned, as if she was extremely uncomfortable, "Legs... are numb."

Shen Jiu sat on the sofa, picked her up and put her on his lap, pinched her legs attentively, but kept staring at the blood-stained black butterfly.

Because it wasn't long after getting the tattoo done, that piece of skin was bright red and slightly swollen, not aesthetically pleasing, but a bit shocking when viewed up close.

Wen Ye relaxed his fingers, and finally regained consciousness.

She turned her head along Shen Jiu's line of sight, and her body froze.

Then, Shen Jiu saw the girl leaning over as if she had made a mistake, coquettishly, "Brother, don't scold me."

"I just like tattoos, but I don't like others to do it for me, so I learned to do it myself."

The wicked report first.

Shen Jiu stared closely at the swollen skin for a long time, just when Wen Ye felt that Shen Jiu was about to lose his temper, he heard a suppressed, low voice from above his head, which seemed to contain a thousand words. The hum of the language.

Wen Ye looked up at him, but suddenly felt that he couldn't see through Shen Jiu's emotions more and more.

She lowered her head again, closed her eyes, touched Shen Jiu's tense arms with her fingers, and said softly, "I'm sleepy."

Shen Qiao hugged her up, "Okay, I'll take you to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Wen Ye didn't sleep well.

Shen Jiu's anger, shock and bottomless worry were all released in the second half of the night.

Wen Ye was still thinking when his consciousness was fuzzy, fortunately tomorrow is Sunday.

She is like a well-behaved doll who can be manipulated by others. She knows that the "evil" she has done has made her master angry, so she obediently accepts the punishment from him who is immersed and out of control.

There was no sunshine in the morning, the sky was gloomy, and there was a drizzle of rain, flying wantonly in mid-air with the wind.

Wen Ye suddenly opened her eyes, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, subconsciously glanced at Shen Jiu, who still had her eyes closed, and hurriedly bit her lips to get out of bed.

However, he lost too much strength, his limbs were limp, and he fell down almost as soon as his toes touched the ground.

Shen Jiu was woken up, "What's wrong?"

He stretched out his hand to pick up the person who fell on the ground, but Wen Ye felt even more uncomfortable because of this action, she couldn't speak, she could only raise her finger to point to the bathroom, her throat suppressed waves of nausea.

"vomit cough cough"

Shen Jiu carried Wen Ye's back worriedly, and when she finally felt more comfortable, he carried her out. Holding a glass of warm water in his hand, he carefully fed it to the pale Wen Ye.

"Baby, tell me what's uncomfortable, okay? Take a moment, brother will take you to the hospital, huh?" Shen Jiu hugged Wen Ye like a baby, his movements were gentle and gentle, for fear that he would tear this fragile body with too much force. The doll was crushed.

"No, I won't go." Wen Ye closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"I am fine."

Shen Jiu's voice trembled and choked unconsciously, he lightly pressed Wen Ye's forehead, his eyes were flushed, "Ah Ye, don't scare me."

Wen Ye opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the rare and fragile Shen Jiu who seemed to be crushed, her heart hurt a little, and the nausea in her throat rose again.

She bit her lips tightly to resist, and it took a few minutes to open her mouth to breathe softly.

Even so, she did not forget to raise a smiling face to comfort her, "Brother, I'm just tired."

Wen Ye said deliberately, "Your tempered brother, it's just that my body can't bear the reaction caused by it."

"Brother, if you get angry next time, can I pay off the debt in installments?"

Wen Ye raised his hand and shook Shen Jiu's arm, and shyly changed the subject, "Brother, I'm injured, and you haven't applied the medicine to me yet."

She knew he would be angry, why would he hurt herself.

Shen Jiu rested his head on Wen Ye's shoulder, looked out of the window, and there was a faint warmth from the corner of his eyes.

"After applying the medicine, go to the hospital."

Shen Jiu's voice was hoarse, but he could not refuse.

The next moment, Wen Ye put away his smiling face and lowered his hands, as if he didn't want to bother to pretend for a moment.
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There are a lot of people in the hospital on weekends. Among the pedestrians coming and going, men, women and children, in twos and threes, are busy with their illnesses.

Wen Ye sat on the bench outside the consultation room, his eyes were calm and focused on one place, as if he was very focused on what he was looking at, or he was not looking at anything but just looking for a visual foothold.

She wore a suspender dress that Shen Qiao didn't like very much today, and she put on a soft spring jacket with a smooth inner ice silk - in order to prevent the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder from being sore from being rubbed by the fabric.

What Shen Qiao did to Wen Ye was a whole set of checks inside and out.

Even if it is expedited, many results will not be available until the evening or tomorrow morning.

During this process, Wen Ye didn't say a word to Shen Jiu.

Like a very willful child.

Shen Jiu came out of the doctor's consultation room with a stack of bags and many paper reports in his hand.

He stepped up to Wen Ye's side, knelt down to block Wen Ye's sight, and finally caught the latter's attention.

"Okay, it's over, my brother will take you home." Shen Qiao stroked Wen Ye's palm with his fingers, and then asked with a smile, "What would Ah Ye want to eat? French food? Pasta? Or Chinese food? I promise you no matter what today." .”

Wen Ye glanced at him, but was not interested in Shen Jiu's words at all.

She stood up and walked towards the exit of the hospital first.

Until getting in the car, Wen Ye still had a resisting expression of not wanting to talk, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Shen Jiu handed her over to fasten her seat belt, then gently pressed against Wen Ye's collarbone with some anxiety, lowered her eyes and whispered, a little helpless, "Ah Ye, don't ignore me."

Hearing this choked up murmur, Wen Ye finally moved his eyes.

She raised her hand, pushed Shen Jiu away, and said the first words since this morning, "I have no appetite."

Then, he lowered his head and explained softly, "Brother, I feel tired, very tired, very tired."

The tiredness of dying, brother.

Hot tears could no longer be held back and rolled down in big drops, and it was the first time for Shen Jiu to cry in front of Wen Ye.

"What's wrong with you, Aye—you tell me, what should I do."

Wen Ye didn't return, and she was also a little dazed.

Tired of studying, tired of working, tired of eating and sleeping, hating everything in this world.

She knew that she was sick, but she suddenly realized that she was already sick to this extent.

She couldn't hide it anymore.

On the contrary, it would make him cry so painfully and helplessly.

Wen Ye raised his hand and patted Shen Jiu's back lightly, and said softly like coaxing a child, "Brother, help me get a tattoo."

(End of this chapter)