In the hospital.
After Xia Ran had left, Fu Yanhe was still looking at the same spot, his gaze slightly deep.
Shen Yanhe, who was nestled in his arms, sneakily looked up at him, noticing that he was staring in the direction of the staircase.
Instinctively following his line of sight, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," Fu Yanhe lowered his gaze, his warm and broad hand gently caressed her hair, "Let's go back and rest, shall we?"
Having vented her emotions, Shen Yanhe also felt physically and mentally exhausted; she did not refuse, and nodded, "Yes, let's go back to the manor."
As she spoke, she withdrew her foot from the wheelchair's armrest.
Just as she was about to get up to leave, the hand that was loosely placed on her waist tightened slightly, pressing her back down onto her seat.
Shen Yanhe felt the tight and powerful thighs beneath her buttocks and turned her head to look at Fu Yanhe, "?"
