Wen Qingyuan shifted in his sleep. When he felt someone next to him, he finally roused from slumber. He opened his eyes and saw Shui Ying sleeping next to him. Such a handsome sleeping face looked so breathtaking the longer he got to see it every time he woke up.
Right, the room they were in didn't feel like a bullet train or a sleeper; this must be a guest room. The only reason Wen Qingyuan could tell was that it wasn't moving. Everything was still pitch black just like how Shui Ying liked it, and so Wen Qingyuan's ant vision was starting to get used to it.
He then moved his hands to feel his abdomen. He remembered getting shot thrice around the abdomen area; perhaps the bullets didn't hit any of his organs or that Shui Ying had fixed him quite effectively. He didn't feel pain or any difficulties. His fingers could only run across the bandages on his tummy.
