"You know, you are going to end up hurting your neck if you keep sleeping like that. There is a couch here and a comfortable recliner. I can get you a pillow." The offer would have been enticing to any other person.
Mo Qingchen tried to muster a smile to offer the woman. The nurse seemed sweet and she had suggested the same the night before when he refused to sleep.
"No, thank you."
Her expression was all knowing and there was not a shred of surprise.
"I am sure the recliner is comfortable but it isn't close enough to her." He hated the sympathy that flashed in her eyes.
"I understand," the woman said kindly. She left quickly, leaving him alone with his wife. And a pressing bladder.
"I'll be right back, baby," he told her, turning to place a gentle kiss on her palm. He felt the subtlest twitch of her finger on his cheek. "Qian Meng?" he asked slowly, his gaze darting up to her pale eyelids. "Qian Meng, baby, can you hear me?"
