An Qiu

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13

There was stickiness between our bodies, and his sweat turned cold in the air. I put my arms around his body, covered him with a quilt, and sighed, "Why do you always make things difficult for yourself? You need to rest when you feel uncomfortable, don't you?" Am I a bird//beast in your heart?"

I leaned against the head of the bed, holding him in my lap, his stump cold against my skin.He leaned against my arms weakly, and let out a soft cry of pain as I massaged.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

He nodded, but judging by his expression, it should still be painful. "I'm sorry, Duan Yu, I let you down..."

"Disappointed? Why disappointed? Who doesn't have a headache? The night is still very long. When you get better, we can continue."

An Qiu's tears couldn't stop falling, he went to take painkillers, and when he got better, he took the initiative to wrap his hands around my neck.

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Numb from the pain, An Qiu also felt some pain and happiness.