The next moment, she kicked off her high heels and squeezed onto the hospital bed, eager to curl up into the man's embrace like a little cat, her arms wrapped around his neck: "Beicheng, Yan Xiaye told me you had not woken up, that really scared me to death. Thankfully, the person you love most in your heart has always been me. I had just arrived and you came to..."
"Wait a second!" Li Beicheng pressed Yan Shuirou's shoulders and pulled her back a bit, his eyes and brows casting a cold shadow, "Are you saying that Yan Xiaye knew you were here?"
"Yeah." Yan Shuirou nodded as if it were a matter of course, stretched out her finger towards the door of the ward, and, with a coquettish tone that stirred up trouble said: "She knew full well she wouldn't be able to wake you up, yet she'd rather have you lying here and not let me come close. I never thought she could be so heartless. No wonder Ya'er said she was abusive..."
Before she could finish, Li Beicheng decisively pushed her away.
