But soon after, he caught a whiff of a faint and elusive fragrance.
He sniffed carefully, and then touched his stomach.
"What's that smell? It's really nice!"
Ji Pianran was already awake by then. In fact, she hadn't felt sleepy at all that afternoon, having claimed to be tired just to put Gu Chen at ease so he could go about his business.
As the clock on the wall pointed to six, Ma Xiaolan on the bed next door was getting hungry.
She lay half-reclined on the hospital bed, casting a sideways glance at her husband, who was still grinning foolishly at his phone, and complained.
"It's six o'clock already, and you haven't moved a muscle for hours, just staring at your phone. Don't your eyes hurt?"
At her words, Ma Xiaolan's husband finally looked up, seeing her looking upset, he immediately restrained the smile on his face.
He glanced at Ma Xiaolan with some impatience in his tone.
