Cheng Ying could also smell the fragrance on Yue Ran's body when they were so close in proximity. He could smell the scent of her shampoo and shower gel lingering on her, like that of milk and honey.
Yue Ran's hand gently patted his back in slow, comforting strokes, and Cheng Ying's highly strung mood calmed down a lot.
Although it was Yue Ran who was hugging the young man, but because Cheng Ying was taller, it actually seemed like he was the one who was hugging Yue Ran instead.
"Sorry, I woke up suddenly… and I could not find you," Cheng Ying said pitifully.
"That is my fault, I did not have the time to tell you where my room is." Yue Ran said with a soft, regretful sigh. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes," Cheng Ying answered with a small nod. "Doctor… Doctor Yue, do you have a dog?"
Cheng Ying glanced at the room with the door that stood ajar and asked curiously.
