"Yeah." Mu Xiaoxiao hung up the call. She instinctively turned to look at Yin Shaojie, but he was gone.
She looked down and saw a big head buried it in her chest.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked.
The doctor said last night that he only had a mild concussion and it wasn't serious. If after one night there were no symptoms, then he would be as good as normal.
So was this him acting abnormally?
"I want to sleep for a while longer… but I'm feeling slightly unwell…" A magnetic voice came from her chest, but his voice was low, so she didn't hear it very clearly.
But she did hear the last part of what he said.
"What did you say? Where are you feeling unwell?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked worriedly.
His arms around her, suddenly his hand snuck up her back.
"What are you doing?" She looked at his head inexplicably.
Yin Shaojie kept his head at her chest, not looking up, so she couldn't see his expression but only his face.
