In the dead of night, inside the dim clinic, Lin Yifan's eyes were sharp and bright.
He felt the softness in his arms.
Xiao Cui, utterly exhausted, had already fallen into a deep sleep.
But the satisfied smile on her lips was enough to illustrate just how much pleasure was enjoyed moments ago.
Her somewhat frail body was mostly draped over him.
"Squeak... squeak... squeak..."
Suddenly, a shrill squealing sound pierced through the night.
Lin Yifan gently moved Xiao Cui's arm away and silently got out of bed.
Of course, the worn-out Xiao Cui did not have any awareness of this.
She merely turned around and murmured before falling back asleep.
Brushing aside her tousled hair, Lin Yifan kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Only then did he put on his clothes and sneak out of the clinic quietly.
Pushing open the door, he arrived at the vacant grain drying yard.
