Jiang Ruan was found already asleep, curled up on the sofa, her whole body in an uncomfortable position.
"Ruan Ruan?" Yan Chi half-squat on the sofa, raised his hand to test her forehead temperature, it felt hotter.
The doorbell woke her half-way, Yan Chi leaned closer, reached out, Jiang Ruan slowly opened her eyes, she rarely fell ill, but she couldn't escape a heavy fever cold once or twice a year.
Once a person becomes sick, it's inevitable to show a bit of vulnerability, especially when it's such a gentle, tender young lady.
Her eyes seemed misty, looking at him pitifully suffering, causing Yan Chi's heart to soften and crumble.
"Is there a bedroom upstairs?"
"Hmm." Her voice was very soft.
"Why didn't you go to rest in the bedroom instead of sleeping on the sofa?" Yan Chi was used to being stern, his words naturally carried an unspoken authority.
Jiang Ruan pursed her lips, softly said:
"Didn't you say, to wait for you here..."
