The man propped his forehead, his thick lashes drooped slightly, and that gently closed-eyed appearance suddenly dispelled the tension in Feng Jinglei's heart.
He really has a face as handsome as an angel.
After a while, Feng Jinglei came to her senses, gently covering the man dressed in suit and tie with a blanket, her movements light, as if afraid of waking the sleeping man.
But wouldn't he be uncomfortable sleeping like this all night?
Turning around, she went back to the hospital bed and crawled into the covers again.
Feeling the shadow in front of him retreat, Qin Feimo slowly opened his eyes but didn't lift his head. Instead, he continued to gaze silently at the dark gray blanket covering him, something in his heart stirred.
...
The next day.
Perhaps because she slept a bit late, the next morning at seven twenty-six, Feng Jinglei slowly opened her eyes as the nurse called out to her.
