Sleeping in the same bed for the past two days, Feng Ling was no longer that wary of Li Nanheng. She tried to get used to the interactions with people around her, but the only person that she fully accepted was Li Nanheng.
The refreshing smell of the man seemed to contain something that could assure her. She didn't know why, and when she massaged him, she didn't really notice that the man had been gazing at her.
When her hands got sore, she began to give him a hot compress and then got up to make the bed. Her movement was so natural as if they were an old couple who had been sleeping together for many years.
Seeing that Feng Ling was used to his approach, Li Nanheng curved the corner of his lips, but when Feng Ling turned back to look at him, his face became deadpan again.
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Fattie lay in bed for five days. In fact, he woke up two days ago, but he insisted that he was not feeling well.
