An Lan realized she had been played by Huo Zhanting.
She clenched her fists in anger but ultimately didn't have the heart to follow through.
Huo Zhanting had accurately gauged An Lan's stubborn yet soft-hearted nature, and with a pleased smile, he lay down on the bed with her.
On the narrow single hospital bed, An Lan, in order to avoid falling off, could only burrow as close as possible into Huo Zhanting's embrace, yet fearful of touching his wounds, she didn't dare to push him away and was forced to maintain an ambiguous posture.
His burning breath sprayed onto her neck.
A pink hue shrouded An Lan's neck.
She shrank back as if she had been scorched.
"Let me go; I'll make do with the sofa for the night."
Huo Zhanting held her waist firmly with one hand, as if cajoling a child.
"Don't move. Be good, go to sleep."
A blush rose on An Lan's fair cheeks.
She buried her head into Huo Zhanting's chest like an ostrich.
