Leng Jing spoke, and unintentionally lifted her head to look at his face, then suddenly froze there, unable to believe the bright eyes that met hers.
"Tang Yu, you've woken up!"
Tang Yu was staring at her without blinking, his eyes full of confusion and his expression troubled, as if he were deeply perplexed.
Then, under Leng Jing's astonished gaze, he slowly closed his eyelids, his gaze falling onto her hand.
Leng Jing followed his gaze and realized that she was in the process of pulling down his trousers halfway, immediately feeling so embarrassed that her face turned beet red. She withdrew her hand and quickly pulled a blanket over him.
"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" Leng Jing, fearing that her previous sense of him waking was an illusion, stared at him and asked urgently, indescribable excitement swirling in her heart.
