Just as she was about to drift off into sleep after all her thinking, the bedroom door was gently pushed open. Nan Sichen stood there in front of her, like a deity, softly calling out, "Yinyin."
Qin Yin opened her eyes and abruptly sat up, pulling at the wound on her shoulder and causing it to throb with pain. She hissed, and Nan Sichen, with anxiety in his voice, strode over to her, trying to pull open her clothes, asking, "Is the wound alright?"
Qin Yin covered her clothes, muttering, "You pervert."
Nan Sichen gave a brief smile, responding, "Looks like it's fine. Since it's okay, let's go eat."
Qin Yin sat on the bed for a while. Noticing she hadn't moved, Nan Sichen asked, "Not hungry?"
Qin Yin quickly got off the bed, put on her slippers, and nodded emphatically, "Hungry, about to starve."
Nan Sichen smirked and walked out ahead of her.
Qin Yin called after him, "Hey, wait for me."
