Chapter 132: Then will you continue to sleep with me tonight [Word count supplemented]

An Ling didn't notice this anomaly at all.

She opened her eyes, wiped her tears, and got up to wash up in the bathroom.

After washing up, her sleepiness had mostly dissipated.

Having just cried, her eyes felt a bit sore, so she rummaged through her bag for eye drops.

Just as she found them, her gaze suddenly fell on the phone in her bag.

This was the one the police had given her last time.

They said it was Shen Linyan's phone.

She took out both the eye drops and the phone, climbed onto the hospital bed, tilted her head back, and applied the eye drops.

As she closed her eyes to rest, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in her mind.

[Miss An.]

She paused, keeping her eyes closed, and gave an "Mm" in acknowledgment.

"I thought you were dead."

[...]

"Didn't you die with Lu Jingshen? Why was Lu Jingshen murdered?"

[I went to consult my superiors at the time. Right after I came back and possessed him, a group of people suddenly appeared, and Lu Jingshen was killed by them.]

An Ling was surprised: "You have superiors?"

This kind of thing actually has a superior?

[Yes, compensating you was also proposed by my superior.]

[So Lu Jingshen didn't commit suicide. He was caught by those bad friends he used to hang out with. Some of them had disliked him for a long time, and moreover, it seems someone secretly helped them find Lu Jingshen...]

"Huh?"

Someone helped?

It had been so long that An Ling had almost forgotten Lu Jingshen once had a wild and unruly youth.

The system didn't go into too much detail, simply stating:

[I have now died for you once using Lu Jingshen's body. Your compensation is complete. Do you have any other requests?]

She opened her eyes, rubbed them gently, and looked at the man in the bed next to hers.

"Then when will Shen Linyan wake up?"

[That depends on him. I can only guarantee that your husband's life is not in danger.]

That was as good as saying nothing.

It seemed this system could only hijack other people's bodies and do nothing else.

An Ling pursed her lips and sighed.

"My only request is that you never appear again."

[Understood.]

[Wishing you a happy and joyful life in the future.]

After that, her mind returned to silence.

Yet, An Ling felt a sense of unreality.

It really left?

She looked down at Shen Linyan's phone.

He had been in a coma for the past two days, and there were many unread messages on the screen.

An Ling had no intention of snooping into Shen Linyan's privacy. Noticing the battery was low, she was just about to charge it.

Suddenly, a new message popped up.

She subconsciously glanced at it, and her gaze froze.

Flower Shop: [Mr. Shen, sorry to bother you so late. Do you not need the flowers you ordered for today either? We called you, but you didn't answer.]

Flower Shop: [If you don't need them, I will refund the remaining money to you, as you prepaid for two months.]

She blinked and looked up at the man in the opposite bed.

This doesn't count as privacy, right?

She unlocked the phone, opened the chat box,

[I need them. Can you deliver them?]

Flower Shop: [Yes, please send me the address (Rose emoji). Will you still write the greeting card yourself?]

An Ling sent the hospital's address and her own phone number.

[Please change the flowers to tulips. I'll write the card myself. Call this number when they arrive.]

Flower Shop: [Okay.]

After sending the message, An Ling got out of bed and sat back down beside Shen Linyan's bed.

She propped up her chin and playfully hooked her fingers with his.

"I almost forgot, you still owe me flowers twice. Remember to make up for it when you wake up."

The faint light fell on the man's sharply defined profile, tracing soft lines. He had his eyes closed, clearly in a coma, yet it still couldn't hide his inherently noble and calm aura.

After staring for a while, An Ling slowly released his hand.

She gently rested her head against the man, closed her eyes, and murmured softly, "Hubby, don't sleep too long."

"It's so tiring handling all these things by myself."

In the ward, the ticking of the monitor was rhythmic and faint.

She leaned quietly against the man, the smell of disinfectant mingling with his familiar scent lingering at her nose.

An Ling was so sleepy that her eyelids grew heavy.

In her daze, a warm fingertip brushed extremely lightly across the corner of her eye.

Her heart trembled violently. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, inch by stiff inch.

The warm light cascaded down. With a quiet tenderness hidden in his eyes, the man was looking at her unblinkingly.

The corners of his eyes curved slightly as he silently mouthed a word.

'Wife.'

...

"All of his bodily vitals are normal. There are no major issues, he's just been lying down for too long. Do some rehabilitation exercises over the next few days, keep the diet light, avoid large movements, and don't let the wound get wet."

Liang Chen took off his stethoscope and smiled at the man on the bed.

"But it's definitely a pleasant surprise. You woke up earlier than I expected."

Hearing this, Shen Linyan gave a soft "Mm," withdrew his gaze from the sofa, and looked up at him: "Thank you."

Liang Chen raised an eyebrow, glanced at the young woman sitting on the sofa with her head down pretending to play on her phone, and instantly understood.

Alright then, this wasn't the time for him to stick around.

"Alright, I'll take my leave now. Get some good rest."

The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the ward.

An Ling pursed her lips, keeping her head down, her fingertips swiping aimlessly across the screen.

She had constantly wanted Shen Linyan to wake up, but now that he had actually woken up, she didn't know what to say.

"Wife."

The familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears.

She paused her movements, slowly looked up, and glanced toward the hospital bed, perfectly meeting the man's gentle, smiling eyes.

He patted the spot next to him.

"Honey, sit here."

She got up sluggishly, shuffled over, and sat on the edge of the bed.

As soon as she sat down, the man's gentle voice sounded in her ear.

"You're wearing the necklace I gave you. It looks beautiful."

Her face flushed slightly, feeling a bit shy. She subconsciously touched the pendant at her neck, looked up at him, and was just about to speak.

When she heard the man speak again: "So, were all the cookies really thrown away?"

Her eyes instantly widened in a daze.

Meeting the girl's bewildered gaze, Shen Linyan's eyes curved in a smile. He cupped her face, kissed the corner of her eye, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Honey, does your hand hurt from hitting?"

An Ling stared at him blankly, her eyes gradually turning red.

She reached out and hugged his neck, being careful to avoid his wound, rested her forehead against his shoulder, and gave a muffled "Mm," "It hurts."

Shen Linyan held her waist and took her right hand with his other hand. "Did you hit with this hand?"

An Ling nodded obediently.

He turned his head and kissed her palm again and again. "Then let me kiss it better for my wife."

The man had a prominent brow bone and a high-bridged nose that pressed against her palm. His long eyelashes drooped, casting faint shadows. His handsome profile was earnest and focused, making him look exceptionally sexy.

An Ling's face turned slightly red from his kisses. "So, did you hear everything?"

Did he also hear her crying her eyes out every time?

Thinking about it now, it was actually quite embarrassing.

"Not everything. I could hear a little bit when I was conscious."

Shen Linyan smiled and leaned close to her ear, deliberately lowering his voice as if whispering a secret, the end of his sentence lingering and deep.

"But, I did hear that my wife wanted to sleep with me."

Why did he have to hear that of all things!

An Ling's eyes widened slightly, the tips of her ears turning red, and she said dryly, "Because your bed is more comfortable to sleep in than mine."

A low chuckle escaped Shen Linyan's throat, and he kissed her bright red earlobe.

"Then will you sleep with me again tonight?"

By her ear, the man's low, deep voice sounded almost bewitching.

An Ling's ear tickled a little. She tilted her head to look at him, and unable to resist his handsome charm, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Okay, but no hugging."

She knew the man's sleeping habits all too well.

And she herself wasn't a very still sleeper.

"I'm afraid of hurting your wound. We should just lie next to each other like this."

The man smiled and touched her face. "Alright."

That night, lying in bed, An Ling still hadn't fully processed everything.

Was Shen Linyan really awake?

Could she be dreaming?

She quietly opened her eyes and turned her head to look beside her.

As if sensing it, the man opened his eyes and unexpectedly turned to look right at her.

As their eyes met, An Ling's face flushed slightly. She immediately looked away and decided to strike first.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"I want to kiss my wife."

"..."

An Ling silently turned her back to him, the ears hidden beneath her hair turning a faint red.

"Stop talking nonsense in the middle of the night. Go to sleep."

"Wife, I've been sleeping all day."

"Husband, then close your eyes anyway."

The man's chuckle came from behind her. "Alright."

Despite saying so, a certain someone's gaze remained scorching.

An Ling's back stiffened slightly.

After waiting for a few minutes, she slowly turned around.

Sure enough, she met the man's wide-awake eyes.

Seeing her look over, he unhurriedly closed his eyes, though who he was trying to fool was anyone's guess. "Going to sleep now."

An Ling: "..."

The air was quiet for a moment before the sound of rustling blankets suddenly rang out.

A shadow fell over his face, and Shen Linyan slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the girl hovering over him, he feigned surprise, though a faint smile lingered in his eyes. He reached out to caress her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her eye. "What's wrong, honey?"

An Ling blinked, stared at him for a few seconds, and slowly lowered her head to take his lips.

Imitating his usual manner, she gently sucked on his lips. It was soft and tender, like a soothing comfort, yet carried a unique kind of temptation.

Shen Linyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes darkened. He raised a hand to cup the back of her head, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly.

Parting his lips to take control, the tip of his tongue effortlessly pried open her lips.

His kiss pressed in step by step, invading deeply. It was gentle but threw her breathing into chaos, like a long-starved traveler eagerly drawing sweet nectar.

As their lips and teeth tangled, all reason was crushed into pieces, leaving only their burning body temperatures and ragged breathing.

An Ling let out a soft whimper. A misty haze gathered in her eyes, and the arms supporting her against the bed gradually lost their strength.

Still mindful not to press on his wound, she mumbled, "Wait, I have no strength left. Your wound..."

Shen Linyan gently sucked on her lip, lowering his eyes and whispering, "It's fine. You can lie on my arm, and I'll hold you with one hand, hmm? How about that?"

An Ling shook her head, insisting on sleeping on the side. "I'll hurt your wound once I fall asleep."

Lying back down, she had just closed her eyes.

When the man's soft voice suddenly sounded by her ear.

"I'm sorry."

At those words, An Ling's body stiffened as she instantly thought of that chat history.

Her eyelashes fluttered. She pursed her lips and kept her eyes closed without saying a word.

Shen Linyan turned to look at her, seeing that the girl had no reaction.

Under the covers, he gently hooked her finger, his thumb softly squeezing her fingertip.

"Wife, actually, I couldn't bear to leave you behind. Whenever I thought about how, after I died, you would likely end up with someone else, and someone else would get to see how wonderful you are, I felt so jealous. I was so jealous I even wanted to drag you down to die with me, so we could be together forever."

"But if you died, your family would be heartbroken. I know you can't let go of your family."

"The people you love include them, and me."

"But the only person I love is you."

"Having you mourn for me is enough."

The man's soft voice slowly echoed in the room.

In this choice of death, no matter who was chosen, it would result in immense pain.

So Shen Linyan had chosen what he believed to be the most appropriate solution.

The air was completely still, leaving only the sound of their faint breathing.

"Are you saying this on purpose so I'll love you more?" the girl's voice suddenly rang out.

Shen Linyan paused at her words, then chuckled softly.

"So do you love me more now?"

"I'm not telling you."

An Ling turned around and quietly shifted her body, resting her head gently on the man's arm. She whispered, "If I bump your wound, I'm never sleeping with you again."

Shen Linyan's eyes curved in a smile as he nuzzled the top of her head. "You won't. You're a very good sleeper."

An Ling closed her eyes and suddenly spoke up:

"Shen Linyan?"

"Hmm?"

"It's different now."

She opened her eyes and said softly, "It's all your fault. My reliance on you now is even stronger than it is on them."

Shen Linyan's expression froze.

Once he processed her words, the corners of his lips curled up. He smiled so brightly his eyes crinkled with joy, low chuckles rumbling from his chest as he kissed her forehead.

"Baby, don't say things like that. If I laugh too hard, my wound will tear open."

An Ling: "..."

She gritted her teeth in embarrassment and immediately covered the man's mouth. "Shen Linyan, I hate you. I really hate you. Stop laughing!"

Shen Linyan nodded, his eyes still curved in amusement, and kissed the palm of her hand.

But it was still too late.

The next day.

Liang Chen stood by the hospital bed, looking at the slightly bleeding wound on the man's abdomen, and silently pushed up his glasses.

"...You two should know that you can't engage in strenuous exercise before the wound is healed."

"..."

An Ling stood to the side, her face flushed red. She lowered her head and guiltily looked away, secretly glaring at Shen Linyan.

The person in question on the hospital bed looked completely unfazed, a slight smile on his lips. He seemed to be in a very good mood.

"There was no strenuous exercise. I just laughed too hard."

"That's not allowed either." Liang Chen glanced at him, finishing replacing the gauze, and stood up straight.

After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly:

"But I still need to say this: it's best to wait three months. If you can't wait that long, then at least wait two months."

An Ling: "..."

She swore—

She! Would! Never! Mess around! With Shen Linyan! Again!

That night, before going to sleep, An Ling climbed into the other bed.

Shen Linyan was reading documents. Hearing the noise, he turned to see the girl in the adjacent bed. Looking slightly stunned, he closed his laptop.

"Wife, let's sleep together."

An Ling only left him with a cold back, completely unmoved. "No, I'm sleeping by myself."

While doing walking rehabilitation exercises, Shen Linyan wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and was just about to lower his head to kiss her cheek.

The very next second, the girl covered his mouth.

"No."

An Ling looked serious.

"No kissing until your wound is healed. What if it tears open again?"

Shen Linyan: "...Just a kiss won't do that, honey."

An Ling: "No, absolutely not."

Shen Linyan's brow twitched: "..."

He needed to call Liang Chen back.