The night was silent as everything was.
On the hospital bed, Lu Fengxuan remained in her prone position, staring at him with a vacant look and murmured,
"...Was I dreaming?"
It felt like a dream to her because not only had Brother Ayin touched her face, but he had also slightly curved his lips into a soft and tender smile.
Yu Chiyin looked at her still groggy appearance and pinched her lightly, "Climb up here."
If he had not been injured, he would have assertively pulled her into bed with him already.
Thinking this, he frowned slightly in displeasure, glanced at the bandages on his chest, and tugged at them a bit.
After that, seeing that Lu Fengxuan was still dazed, Yu Chiyin urged her by patting the edge of the bed, "Hurry up!"
"Are you dillydallying because you want me to hold you?"
He deliberately guided her gaze towards the wounds on his chest, expressing with a tinge of regret, "If you want, I can try, but you might need to call the doctor first."
