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"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"
Mai Xiaomai anxiously asked Qiao Chutian, who had just lain back down in bed with a slight frown on his face.
"It doesn't hurt."
Qiao Chutian lifted his head, his black eyes softly gazing at her with absolute adoration, and pointed to the side of the bed, "Come, wife, lie down with me."
"I'm afraid I'll move around in my sleep and bump into your wound."
"Aww, aware that you toss and turn in your sleep, aren't you?"
"Mhm."
Xiaomai's face turned slightly red.
Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she would discover that either her leg was draped over his stomach or that she was clinging to him tightly like an octopus...
"Not scared."
Qiao Chutian patted the back of her hand, "Only when I'm lying next to you, do I feel even more comfortable."
"Mhm."
Xiaomai nodded.
She decided not to let herself fall asleep. That way, she wouldn't have to worry about touching his injury.
She carefully lay down beside him.
