Their bodies were like dry fuse wires, igniting into flames with just a touch of a spark.
Ye Xi's slender waist could almost be grasped with one hand by Lu Lingxiao, soft as a cat, seemingly fragile enough to break if handled too roughly.
The pleasant scent of jasmine body wash caused Lu Lingxiao to lose himself in an instant.
In the silent night, Lu Lingxiao sank into a gentle ocean of warmth.
...
Early in the morning, when the nurse came for the rounds, she indeed found that the girl in the hospital room was missing.
One of the younger nurses complained, "I told her, you can't just leave during hospitalization, but she didn't listen and still went away."
Another nurse glanced at the wrinkled bed sheets that hardly resembled their original state, lifting it slightly, "She wouldn't have left, you see the bed clearly has signs someone slept in it, she must have gone out for breakfast."
