"That’s right, just like that," Gu’s father said, and then he pulled out the blood drawing syringe and left the ward with the blood sample.
After Gu’s father left, Luo Mengmeng saw that Gu Zhihan was still here, so she hurriedly pushed him, "Gu Zhihan, you should leave quickly, too. If I really am infected, you could get it too!"
Gu Zhihan shook his head, steadfastly staying by her side.
"Are you crazy? What if you get infected by me?" Luo Mengmeng’s voice began to choke, and tears "soshed" down.
"Don’t cry," Gu Zhihan quickly wiped away her tears, then said extremely seriously, word by word, "Even if I get infected, I would be willing."
"We were born into this world together, and if we could die together, that would also be a blessing," Gu Zhihan said as he embraced her feverish body into his arms, his eyes filled only with starlight-like tenderness and indulgence, without the slightest hint of aversion.
"Wow! Why are you being so silly!"
Luo Mengmeng cried even harder, struggling ceaselessly in his arms, hitting him non-stop trying to drive him away,
"I don’t care, you must let me go right away, leave now!"
"If you don’t leave, I’ll have to break up with..." Hand!
As if knowing what she was about to say, Gu Zhihan fiercely held the back of her head and his thin lips pressed directly against hers, sealing off those feigned words of absolute heartbreak.
Luo Mengmeng, realizing she had been attacked again, and at a time when she could very likely be infected with the S virus, felt instantly both angry and anxious on the inside, yet the man’s body was like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron, not letting her push him away at all.
Gu Zhihan, as if intentionally wanting to contract the flu, kissed her for a very long time, their saliva unknowingly exchanged several times.
Only when Luo Mengmeng was completely drained and limp in his arms did he let her go, hung his head down and interlocked his fingers with hers, then slowly continued, "Fool, what kind of love is it if it can’t withstand disaster together?"
After speaking, Gu Zhihan closed his eyes and buried his head in the nape of her neck.
More than death, he feared being eternally separated from her the most.
And also, breaking up.
"You can say anything, just not break up, do you understand!" Gu Zhihan’s tone suddenly became much more serious.
"Whimper... I didn’t really want to break up with you, I just wanted you to stay away from me for a while until the test results were out," Luo Mengmeng explained while crying.
She didn’t want to break up with him either, but she was even more afraid of infecting him.
Gu Zhihan hugged her tighter once more.
Luo Mengmeng hesitated for a moment with her arms, but ultimately raised them to embrace him tightly.
How fortunate she was to meet someone willing to share even sickness with her.
Luo Mengmeng took a gentle breath and said to him, "Gu Zhihan, if nothing’s wrong with me, let’s get married."
"Okay," Gu Zhihan agreed, but then frowned and said, "But we’re not old enough to get a marriage certificate."
The country had regulations that only men at least twenty-two and women at least twenty years old could register for marriage.
"There’s a rule like that?" Luo Mengmeng tilted her little head and thought for a while before saying, "Then let’s get engaged first!"
"That can be done," Gu Zhihan nodded, completely content.
While they were weaving their dreams, the results of the blood test came out.
Gu’s father walked in with a heavy expression on his face.