Shi Yuhuan's expression was very grave, but he forced a faint smile, repeatedly kissing her lips. "Good girl, it doesn't hurt anymore, I'm here, go to sleep."
He didn't overthink it, assuming that Song Qinghuan was still in shock from the events of the afternoon.
Snuggled in Shi Yuhuan's arms, Song Qinghuan slept more soundly, waking up the next day in high spirits.
Shi Yuhuan was still asleep, so she just silently watched him. After a while, the highly perceptive Shi Yuhuan naturally instantly became aware of her actions.
He slowly opened his eyes, a gentle smile on his face. He gently stroked her head and whispered, "When did you wake up? Why didn't you wake me? Are you hungry? Want to eat something?"
Song Qinghuan continued staring blankly at him, reached out and gently poked his face a couple of times. It wasn't until Shi Yuhuan grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his palm that she finally broke out in a smile: "Shi Yuhuan, your skin is really nice."
