Warm air snuck into his ears, and Li Mochan's deep eyes slightly condensed as a drunken chuckle spilled from his throat.
"Hehe."
"Which part is broken, let me have a look." His deep voice lowered, sounding quite ear-grasping.
Ye Jiuliang glared at him, placed a hand on the mischievous hand at her waist, and with some effort, pulled it away.
"I barely slept last night, can't you let me get some good sleep, huh?"
Seeing the faint shadows beneath her eyelids, the deep color in Li Mochan's eyes gradually lightened.
He flipped over and stretched out his arm to embrace her, "Sleep."
Ye Jiuliang's lips slightly curled, and she lowered her head into his chest.
She was truly exhausted and soon fell asleep.
...
Night receded, and the grayish blue sky gradually brightened.
Morning light lazily streamed through the window.
The quiet hospital room was broken by a dull sound.
"Thump—"
The man asleep on the sofa was startled awake, and Ji Mingqian got up and walked to the bathroom.
