"Sleep, good night." Ling Yichuan put one hand around her shoulder, and stretched out the other hand to extinguish the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, Ling Yichuan slowly approached her, clinging tightly.

He also had a faint scent of bath gel on him. He had already taken a bath before entering Ji Liunian's house, but now he is still taking a bath, and there is only one possible reason - this guy still can't hold back, and she refuses to help him, so he has to run to the bathroom by himself and rely on the five-fingered girl to solve it.

When she thought of this, her whole heart was warm.

Sometimes, it doesn't have to be a deep contact to make people feel intimate, and they feel much deeper than the feeling of being connected in the dark.

She was familiar with being buried in his arms, her head resting on his strong arms, her back against his firm and flat chest, and the whole person was like a big plush toy, held tightly in his arms, and the fit was seamless.

She held it in his arms, but she felt it, as warm and comfortable as spring. In the darkness, his breath was long, and his heartbeat was like a drumbeat, and it was a reassuring power. The aura around him lingered domineeringly, and the smell of bath liquid on his body was the same as hers.

This kind of breath, she used to hate it, but now, she is a little intoxicated, a little infatuated, and finally wants to indulge in his tenderness, and she is no longer willing to be sober.

If it were possible, she would rather be like this for the rest of her life.

She suddenly turned her head and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Good night." ”

Her sudden movement made him pause slightly, however, in the next second, the smile gradually climbed up the corners of his lips, and finally got bigger and bigger. And his arm also held her tightly in his arms, kissed her gently on the whirl, and his voice was soft like a feather: "Good night." ”

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, perhaps because he slept very comfortably, Ji Liunian woke up and was in good spirits. Ling Yichuan took a step earlier, jumped out of the balcony window and went to the next door, and then returned to his room, and when the Ji family's father and daughter packed up and went out for breakfast, he was also ready.

This morning, Dr. Joseph went to the hospital for the last time to make rounds, and he was about to leave in the evening, Ling Yichuan breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the plague god away. He only now felt that inviting him over to see a doctor was purely for himself. invited him over, treating An Xiuru, who was already about to wake up, didn't count, and almost exposed herself.

It would be a few days before the snow arrived, and early in the morning they ran to the ward, and Joseph said what to do for the next stage. Now An Xiuru's mental recovery is quite good, and the rehabilitation work has begun. It's a pity that she is a little old and has blood clots in her skull, so she doesn't dare to let her do too strenuous exercise, but only dare to let her recover slowly.

Of course, the father and daughter of the Ji family are grateful to him. In any case, he was able to wake up someone who had been "sleeping" for more than a year, which was the biggest surprise. They also know that they can't ask too much. Although she looks like this now, at least she is still mentally sober, and when they talk to her, An Xiuru can respond.

sent Joseph away, and the happiest person was Ling Yichuan. Before Joseph left, he also asked An Xiuru to continue to stay in the hospital for observation, so as not to suddenly carry him home and have an accident.