Bang—
The door was slammed shut forcefully.
Jin Ning struggled to sit up from the bed, his body uncomfortably hot and restless.
He tugged at his pajamas, subconsciously licking his lips, which seemed to retain her warmth and scent.
It was a fascinating sensation for him.
There was no sound from outside.
Jin Ning's mind suddenly replayed the last sentence she had said, and alarm bells went off inside him.
However, the moment he looked up, he noticed that the wheelchair had been placed far away from the bed.
Jin Ning hadn't paid much attention before. Every morning when he got up, it was she who pushed the wheelchair over to him.
But now that he thought about it carefully, she pushed the wheelchair away every evening... That behavior wasn't quite normal.
Fortunately, his cell phone was still there, so he called Chuzheng.
"What's wrong?"
A girl's voice, shallow and calm, came from the phone.
"Don't do anything rash," Jin Ning said.
"I'm not," Chuzheng denied.
