Su Chaoyang had been sleeping for several days, feeling rested enough now, he wanted only to chat with her and foster their bond.
This serene afternoon was a tranquility he hadn't experienced in four or five years. It felt truly like an ethereal dream.
"Mmm, it's getting much better, except the gunshot wound on my arm is still quite severe." Mu Xiangwan replied softly, slightly captivated by his smile.
"Mmm…"
"You're not sleeping? The doctor said you need to rest a lot …"
"I don't want to sleep." He spoke gently, pulled her hand, "Move a bit closer…"
She shifted slightly, whispering, "What for…"
"Just want to be a bit closer to you…" Su Chaoyang released her hand, put his arm around her slim waist, and subtly adjusted his position to lean closer to her.
Spotting his move, a soft warmth spread through Mu Xiangwan. But she dared not look at him, her heart pounded nervously, "You shouldn't move around, what if your wound reopens…"
"I'll be okay…"