Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Chapter 272: He’s Old and Frail Now. His Strength and Energy Can’t Compare to Us Young Men’s

He did not utter a word, he just patted and stared at Song Yu. Song Yu blushed slightly and puckered her lips bashfully.

”Come here quickly,” Qi Chengzhi urged. His voice was melodic and intoxicating even when prodding. His voice sounded righteous and firm, which did not suit his actions at all.

Song Yu smiled bashfully. Carefully, she sat on the bed and lifted her legs. The top of the bed was inclined upward so when she leaned back, she was in a semi-sitting position.

While looking after Qi Chengzhi in the hospital these two days, Song Yu barely got any rest. Now, she finally got that chance. She felt like her legs were all swollen.

Qi Chengzhi could not turn his body. He could only put his arms around her, letting Song Yu rest her head on his shoulder. Qi Chengzhi leaned his head and pecked her forehead again and again. He was grateful for being alive and being able to hold Song Yu. He felt lucky.

Song Yu looked up and stared at him submissively. She puckered her lips, inviting him into a kiss. Qi Chengzhi smiled. He never planned to kiss her on her lips—he wanted to let her rest. Nonetheless, since she took the initiative, Qi Chengzhi accepted her invitation and kissed her. They made out gently. Now that he was injured, he could not kiss her intensely. He let her go.

”You haven’t rested this whole time. Go to sleep.” Qi Chengzhi whispered in a smoky voice.

Indeed, Song Yu was feeling tired. She was finally free of worries and responsibilities. Thus, she found a comfortable position on Qi Chengzhi’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

Qi Chengzhi kissed her forehead again before he moved her head onto the pillow. He closed his eyes and slept too.

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It was after some time since Qi Chengzhi had long fallen asleep. Suddenly, he felt the body in his arms struggle. Beside his ear, a soft but hurried mumble sounded, ”Chengzhi! Chengzhi! No, Chengzhi, don’t!”

When he noticed that his shoulder was wet, Qi Chengzhi woke up in an instant. He looked down and saw Song Yu shifting anxiously on his shoulder. Her face was blanched. Qi Chengzhi did not know how long has she been crying but his hospital pajama was soaked.

”Song Yu. Song Yu!” Qi Chengzhi quickly shook Song Yu around. After a long while, Song Yu eventually woke up.

Song Yu’s mind was still trapped in her nightmare. In a daze, she stared at Qi Chengzhi with confusion in her eyes. The tears welled up in her eyes poured out before she knew it.

”Nightmare?” Qi Chengzhi whispered. Seeing her frail and feeble appearance, his heart ached.

Her chalk-white face was stained with tears. Her nose was red and her lips were swollen. As she sobbed, she still appeared disorientated.

After a long time, she finally sniffled and explained, ”I dreamt about that day… You… you took a knife and stabbed yourself. You fell and never got up again.”

”It’s okay. It’s over. I’m fine now.” Qi Chengzhi held her tight, gently stroking her hair. He leaned in to kiss her tears away.

Her tears flowed like a creek. As his lips pressed against her cheek, they were soaked in her tears. His mouth was filled with the taste of salt.

”Hush now. I’m fine. Aren’t you in my arms right now? I’m fine.” Qi Chengzhi cupped his hand on her cheek and wiped her tears. As he kissed her, her frigid lips regained some warmth.

Qi Chengzhi had some porridge in the morning, giving him energy. He held her hand firmly and pulled it to his face, which had blood, flesh, and warmth.

Song Yu clutched onto his neck. She took a deep breath close to his neck, feeling his warmth. Eventually, she calmed down.

Qi Chengzhi pressed his lips into a tender line and wiped the tears from her face.

”Chengzhi, promise me you’ll never do something like this again. Don’t hurt yourself for me. Please. I’m begging you. Okay?” Song Yu placed her hands on his face. Her pupils were trembling.

She told him the same thing yesterday night. She even pretended to be mad at him, but he never promised her anything. This time, however, she was truly afraid.

Seeing her pale face, Qi Chengzhi was worried she would stay fearful and anxious forever if he did not promise her. If she kept herself on edge like this, she would eventually fall sick. Thus, Qi Chengzhi sighed and replied, ”Fine, I promise.”

Song Yu let out a sigh of relief. Her twitching lips curled up a little. She rubbed her tears away with the back of her hand then turned to kissed Qi Chengzhi on the corner of his lips.