The lazy cat master's secrets were revealed, and the male protagonist was thinking about him

Chapter 249 It’s Just a Dream Anyway

"Xiao Zhou." Pei Yanlie's voice was completely hoarse. He came up to him and stroked his face with his hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm always here with you."

Zhou Zhou's mouth curved into a tiny arc, as if he was smiling. He stared blankly at the white ceiling and said slowly, "You repeated this sentence to me over and over again, but in the end you disappeared, leaving me alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yanlie hugged him tightly. The smell of medical disinfectant hit his nose. He twitched his nose, his eyes still dim. "This is the first time I dreamed of you wearing protective clothing. I can't smell your scent anymore."

Pei Yanlie let go of him and took off his protective suit without hesitation, revealing the black shirt underneath. Director Yao opened his mouth and was about to stop him, but in the end he didn't say anything. He silently opened the door and walked out of the ICU.

Now that he is awake, the R ion concentration in Zhou Zhou's body should have dropped a lot. The R ion exposure that night had little impact on Admiral Pei, so it doesn't matter even if he doesn't wear protective clothing.

In the intensive care unit, Zhou Zhou once again fell into the broad embrace filled with a sense of security. He sniffed and smelled the cool scent of pine wood emanating from Pei Yanlie's body. He closed his eyes contentedly, and soon a slight snoring sound was heard.

Pei Yanlie held him tightly, the pain in his eyes almost solidified.

He pursed his lips tightly and kissed Zhou Zhou's forehead gently and tenderly. His thin lips gradually moved to his eyelids and cheeks. Finally, he slowly licked his lips that had regained a hint of blood color until they became even redder. Only then did he reluctantly move away.

"Xiao Zhou, I'm sorry." Pei Yanlie whispered in his ear.

Ever since Zhou Zhou fell into a coma, he has lived in pain and self-blame every day. If he had not taken Zhou Zhou to the banquet, Zhou Zhou would not have experienced this.

Zhou Zhou frowned, found a comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep, but there was always a sense of depression lingering on his brows, and occasionally he muttered, but no one knew what he was saying.

Pei Yanlie raised his finger and gently stroked his brow with his calloused fingertips, trying to make him relax. "Xiaozhou, it's okay. When you open your eyes, I will still be by your side. I will never break my promise."

After coaxing for more than half an hour, Zhou Zhou's facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his frowning brows also unfurled. He responded unconsciously: "You lied to me every time."

"I'm not lying to you. Xiaozhou is so well behaved, how could I bear to lie to you." Pei Yanlie assured him in a tone of coaxing a child, patting his back gently and humming a lullaby familiar to thousands of mothers.

He held Zhou Zhou like this, from day to late at night, and his holding posture hardly changed. He didn't drink water or eat food.

During this time, Director Yao bravely came in and gave some advice, but was stopped by Pei Yanlie with a look.

"Next, we need to draw a tube of blood to test his current level of infection. As long as the index is lower than that of a mildly infected person, he can be transferred to a general ward." Director Yao said tentatively.

Pei Yanlie held Zhou Zhou's arm full of needle holes, his eyes flashing coldly. The consequence of being kind to the enemy is to hurt the person he loves deeply.

"Song Shaolin, Su Wanning."

He was unable to suppress the brutality and anger in his heart, and a cold and terrifying aura emanated from his body. Director Yao trembled all over, clutching the medical record book tightly in one hand, and even his voice trembled because of the pressure from his superior. "It's a bit late. It won't be too late to draw blood after he wakes up tomorrow. Sorry for disturbing you."

The door of the intensive care unit opened and closed, and the warm light poured on Pei Yanlie, but it was unable to stop him from restraining the coldness that was constantly being released.

"Pei Yanlie..."

The person in his arms muttered again. Pei Yanlie recovered and continued to pat his back, "Xiao Zhou, I'm here."

Time passed gradually, and the dark sky welcomed the first golden ray of light, which happened to shine through the window and onto Zhou Zhou's eyebrows. He opened his eyes with trembling eyelids and found that his waist was tightly strangled by something, which almost made him breathless. He struggled for a while, but was restrained even more tightly.

"Um……"

He groaned, and the next moment, his earlobe was hit by the hot and moist breath, which was ambiguous and scorching.

"woke up?"

A familiar low and hoarse male voice suddenly penetrated his ear. Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and just when he was about to turn around to look at the man who was hugging him tightly, his arms suddenly tightened, and he was forced to turn over and fall into the man's warm arms.

He stared blankly at the handsome face so close to him, reached out his hand to touch his cheek, and then pinched it hard until the other person's face was pinched with red marks. He said to himself: "I am still in a dream, magical, has God finally opened his eyes? No, I clearly walked into the hurricane with Bai Bai, and I am not dead yet?"

Pei Yanlie frowned fiercely when he heard his words, but his hand caressed his face lovingly and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhou, this is reality, you have escaped from the illusion."

Zhou Zhou hugged his neck, buried his head in his shoulder, and said "oh" muffledly, obviously not believing what he said.

Pei Yanlie felt a pain in his heart as if it were cut by a knife, so he could only hug him tighter. Zhou Zhou did not resist. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Pei Yanlie's stubbled face carefully, "How many days have you not shaved?"

He touched his prickly beard and raised the corners of his stiff mouth, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Pei Yanlie raised his chin and let him touch it. His protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, which was sexy and seductive.

Zhou Zhou's eyes darkened, and he moved closer and bit his Adam's apple with considerable force, as if he wanted to bite the man to death.

Pei Yanlie raised his hand and gently pinched the back of his neck, the doting and heartache in his eyes gathered together, as if to make him indulge in it.

"Pei Yanlie, I'm in so much pain, please give me some pain." Zhou Zhou opened his mouth and supported himself on the hospital bed with both hands. His eyes were red and sore.

Pei Yanlie responded and densely packed kisses fell on his face, lips, and neck, some light, some heavy. Zhou Zhou still felt it was not enough, so he pushed open his collar and bit his shoulder.

"I want to do it, Pei Yanlie."

Zhou Zhou leaned close to his ear and seduced him with a hoarse voice, but his voice filled with tears and despair made the listener's heart ache and almost bleed.

"Be good, you haven't recovered yet." Pei Yanlie sat up and let him sit on his lap. When he saw Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and said nothing, he sighed and prepared to get up and get out of bed.

Zhou Zhou raised his eyes with great reaction, holding onto his arm tightly with both hands as if he were grabbing a life-saving straw, "Don't go, where are you going?"

Seeing the obvious panic in his eyes, Pei Yanlie simply picked him up, got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"No, I'm going to lock the door."

He pushed Zhou Zhou against the door and kissed him on the lips soothingly.

Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth actively, stuck out his tongue and entangled it with his, muttering something all the time.

Pei Yanlie vaguely heard a few words, "Let me die in pain."

His eyes darkened instantly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't regret it."

Zhou Zhou hummed.

[It's just a dream anyway, I won't die. 】