After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Wen Xuan was surprised when he saw Song Rao in the living room, but he didn't expect him to be in a wheelchair. But Wen Xuan didn't think much about it, he just thought that he had just been discharged from the hospital and was in a wheelchair because he was weak.

She whispered to Jiang Yi, "Are you sure you want to sleep with him? Can he do it now? What if you guys are too intense and burp?"

"It won't."

Jiang Yi glared at her.

Wen Xuan rolled her eyes and helped her to the bedroom.

Song Rao manipulated the wheelchair into the bedroom, his eyes full of worry, his pale fingers gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with her?"

"You ask her yourself."

Wen Xuan left such a sentence and left quickly, not wanting to disturb their good deeds.

Jiang Yi sat beside the bed, eyebrows lowered.

She tore off the hem of her clothes and casually bandaged the wound on her hand.

Song Rao slowly stepped forward, only to find that her face was very red and her breathing was heavy. Even the collarbone and slender neck exposed at the neckline were also crimson.

"Baby."

He called out softly.

Jiang Yi just finished dressing up, so he stood up and carried him to the bed.

Her body was hot and hot, like a little sun, her whole body was wrapped around him, and her little hands ripped at his clothes indiscriminately, tearing off all the buttons.

Song Rao finally sensed something was wrong, and held down her messy little hand.

His throat moved, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, let Wen Xuan take you to the hospital."

"don't want."

Jiang Yi spread his legs apart, straddled his waist, bent over and hugged him, with his small head buried in the crevice of his neck, biting him like a small hamster.

The voice was still a little aggrieved, "Song Rao, I was drugged."

The delicate and soft body is nestled in her arms, and it is impossible for a man not to feel it.

Although Song Rao's legs can't walk, he is a normal man.

The cold phoenix eyes could not help but become deeper, pale and powerful fingers could not help pinching her slender waist, Song Rao squinted his eyes, and his voice became more hoarse, "Then what should you do? You move yourself?"

She raised her eyes, her misty apricot eyes were a bit wet, "How do you move?"

Seeing her little expression, Song Rao wanted to play her to death.

The cold fingertips, through the soft cloth, slowly rubbed her waistline, and he began to teach her, "Put two pillows on my back."

"Oh."

Jiang Yi obediently took a pillow to help him put it on.

"Help me take off my clothes."

In fact, it was almost taken off, and her shirt was torn off by her.

After taking off her clothes, Song Rao's eyes darkened when she saw how helpless she was in her eyes, and she suddenly thought of teasing, "Baby, sit down by yourself."

She didn't speak, her face was so red, and her reaction was dull.

"None of this? Huh?"

"..."

A few minutes later, he probably disliked Jiang Yi's unruly behavior.

The knuckles of the hands suddenly pinched the sides of her slender waist. Even if his legs can't move, he still has the sovereignty.

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The next day, afternoon.

When Jiang Yi woke up, he was very tired.

Song Rao woke up long ago, he leaned on the bed and read a book.

He saw a small group move in the quilt, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Putting down the book in his hand, Song Rao took her out, "When did you find it?"

"What did you say?"

Jiang Yi looked blank, pretending not to know what he was asking.

Song Rao reached out and scratched the tip of her nose, "Are you hungry?"

She didn't continue to ask, because there was no need to ask, no matter how Jiang Yi knew, she already knew, and she never let go of him.

"Not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yi's stomach screamed.

She said embarrassedly, "I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

If it was before, Song Rao would cook for her when she woke up. And his cooking skills are very good, every time he cooks deliciously.

Jiang Yi went to take a shower first, and then put on Song Rao's loose shirt.

But instead of cooking right away, she stood by the bed for a long time, staring at him hesitantly.

"What's wrong?"

Her hands were clutching the corners of her clothes, and her face was a little red, "Can I take you to take a shower?"

"it is good."

Song Rao thought for a while, "Go get something to eat first, don't go hungry."

"Ok."

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up, and then he walked out of the bedroom.