Tense, shy, and apprehensive, her heart always felt like it was harboring a little rabbit.
"Xie Mingcheng, let's not be polite with each other in the future."
She spoke these words very softly, and upon hearing them, he smiled a faint and elusive smile. That smile, on his face, which had become darker and thinner, looked especially handsome.
"Mm, okay, no need for politeness!"
Clearing her throat, Xing Xiaojiu knew that this man was a blockhead; if she didn't start a conversation, the awkwardness would persist.
"Eh, how come there are no nurses in your ward?"
"There are," his eyes darkened and Xie Mingcheng seemed somewhat embarrassed as he spoke, "I was in a hurry to use the bathroom just now, so I let her leave first... I didn't want anyone helping me..."
His words left Xing Xiaojiu somewhat surprised.
He had enough strength to carry her over here; why would his wounds require a nurse to help him use the bathroom?
