Chapter 740: Dwelling on It for So Many Years

Yeh Hannian was especially terrifying when he put on a serious face, even the nurses dared not speak, both headache and awkward, “Really can’t…”

“How can you not know how to adapt!”

Nan Jiaojiao walked in, “Don’t mind him, you guys go out first, thanks.”

Seeing her arrival, the nurses all sighed with relief and quickly left, closing the door behind them.

The moment they left, Yeh Hannian switched expressions, “Xiao Nannan, it’s been a whole day, why didn’t you pick up my calls?”

Nan Jiaojiao sat down on the sofa, propped an elbow on a cushion, and started playing games on her phone, not bothering to engage in further conversation with him.

Yeh Hannian didn’t find it boring; he tried to engage her in conversation.

Whether Nan Jiaojiao ignored him or responded impatiently with a grunt, he was still immensely pleased.

When mealtime came, he prepared to order takeout, “What would you like to eat?

I’ll order for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look up, “Whatever.”

“I remember you love spicy food and seafood, but seafood is a no since I can’t join you in eating that.

How about some Sichuan cuisine?

I can still handle a bit of spicy.”

“Whatever you want.”

Yeh Hannian, cheerful as ever, leaned against the headboard and chose a place with good reviews, ordering over a dozen dishes.

“Xiao Nannan, fetch me a glass of water, will you?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move, and he didn’t rush her.

The volume of her game wasn’t loud, but the sound effects every time she killed someone were particularly pleasing to hear.

It wasn’t until she finished her game that she slowly got up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.

As Yeh Hannian reached out to take it, she pushed it suddenly forward, shoving the glass directly into his palm.

“When are your people coming?”

Yeh Hannian glanced at the time, then back at her, “It’s not even dark yet, no rush.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t respond and walked back to the sofa to start another game.

Yeh Hannian, propped up by his cheek, wished he could watch her without blinking, occasionally touching the wound on his left shoulder, which brought him a sweet pain.

Had it not been for the injury he received while protecting her, there was no chance Nan Jiaojiao would be sitting in his hospital room.

“Xiao Nannan, they wouldn’t add a bed; my bed is big enough.

Why don’t you sleep next to me tonight?”

“It’s not like we haven’t slept together before,” this phrase had just reached his lips and had yet to be spoken when a fruit knife came stabbing through, grazing his brow bone.

He instinctively dodged, his gaze shifted alarmingly, looking at the fruit knife embedded in the headboard.

My goodness!

Indeed, beneath the character for ‘lust’ is a knife.

Can’t afford to provoke her!

“Try speaking without a filter again.” Nan Jiaojiao coldly warned.

Yeh Hannian shrank his neck, quietly scooted away, and adjusted the pillow behind him further from the fruit knife.

“So reserved with me, are we?”

The first time he met her years ago, she acted like a lone wolf, humans couldn’t come near.

Even if they were chased into the desert, just the two of them, and it was cold at night, he’d offer her his coat and she’d refuse.

He joked that if worst came to worst, they could strip down and sleep together to keep warm, which was better than freezing to death.

Without uttering another word, Nan Jiaojiao immediately broke his little finger.

If it weren’t for the fact that she disdained him for bringing her down, it definitely would have been a leg.

Strange to say.

Having been together for just a week, how could he have been pining for her for so many years?

“Xiao Nannan, the takeaway’s here, can you go get it?”

Nan Jiaojiao heard him, but didn’t respond, walking out.

In the corridor, she met the delivery guy; with so many dishes ordered, the guy had brought a small cart.

She couldn’t carry it all, and two people didn’t need that much food, so she only took two bags, giving the rest to the nurses at the reception to share.