Midnight.
Because of an allergy, Mo Chen didn't hold Qiao Ruoxin in his sleep tonight; instead, he was far from her.
There was a distance of one person between them.
Qiao Ruoxin was somewhat sleepless and picked up her phone, turning on the dim wall light.
Then she quietly crawled over, pulled open the man's sleeping robe, and carefully examined those red spots.
She couldn't help but sigh softly.
Fortunately, it was just a sip; it wasn't too severe.
Truly a pampered young master, he needed to be carefully taken care of, yet his temper was still so volatile.
The next day, early morning.
Mo Chen was the first to open his eyes, then what caught his gaze was the woman's peaceful sleeping face.
He watched for a while, then got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.
After freshening up, he changed into a new set of clothes in the walk-in closet, and finally, casting one last glance at the still sleeping Qiao Ruoxin, he left the bedroom.
...
He drove directly to the hospital.
