Then, a girlish and flirtatious voice suddenly echoed in the quiet hospital room.
"Hmm... Shaocheng, don't touch me there, I don't like it..."
Then there was a man's low chuckle, "Where shouldn't I touch, hmm? Chenxing, is it here or there?"
"You scoundrel, you always pick on me, don't touch, don't touch..." her voice grew softer and more coy, as if affectionately resisting, "If you touch me again, I'll bite your lips."
"Go ahead and bite, I like it."
Chenxing seemed at a loss, her body wriggling under the covers to avoid his touch, all the while complaining in an incomprehensible grumble. "Shaocheng, you horrible man, you make me sleep with you in the hospital every night to playact. Your wound is almost healed, why are you still pretending to be in a coma? I'm so tired of staying here, and you still tease me. Hmm, uh......."
"Are you suffering so much? Let me take care of you, and you will feel better... Are you feeling better now?"
