Huo Tingxiao suddenly felt the small hand he was holding twitch slightly, he looked up at Mu Lan.
"Lanlan?"
Mu Lan on the bed moved slightly, then, she couldn't help but moan softly.
"Hiss..."
Headache!
She slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat bewildered at the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, Mu Lan's mind went blank for a moment.
The stark white ceiling, the faint scent of disinfectant in the air, some fragmented images rushed into her mind. When her gaze fell on the man in front of her, Mu Lan instinctively became defensive.
"You're awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Does your head hurt? I'd better call the doctor over first."
Mu Lan stared at him, frowned slightly, and her gaze fell on her hand that was being held by the other party. A shadow of shock flashed in her eyes, and regaining her senses, she withdrew her hand coldly and distantly.
"I'm alright, did the hospital notify you to come?"
Huo Tingxiao had not yet noticed Mu Lan's odd behavior.
