When it was close to noon the next day, Ye Qingqiu's eyelids twitched before she opened her eyes weakly.
Her vision was blurry and the bright light made her turn her head subconsciously. She frowned at the same time.
Warmth filled her eyes and she moved again, rejecting the sudden skin contact.
"Don't move."
A low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears. Although it was different from her usual coldness, Ye Qingqiu still reacted and lay there quietly.
The outline of the eyeball rotated in his palm, and the touch was exceptionally clear.
Li Tingshen loosened his grip slightly.
"Open your eyes first."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Ye Qingqiu open her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered again and again.
Slowly removing her hand from her eyes, Ye Qingqiu blinked and her gaze swept across the room before landing on the man beside the bed.
