The sequelae of low-grade fever was that when I woke up the next morning, my head was still muddy and uncomfortable.

Song Yinyin opened her misty eyes with difficulty, and suddenly a man's handsome face came into view.

In an instant, she was fully conscious.

What's going on?

Why did she lie in Lu Jinhan's arms in an extremely ambiguous posture, and put her hands around his shoulders, her face pressed against his chest, and her legs straddling his fat waist......

He closed his eyes, waited two seconds, and then opened them, and realized that it was not a dream, because his face was still clear.

I was in a daze.

At the same time, I felt mixed feelings in my heart.

Although the memory of last night was vague, she still remembered that at Old Man Ji's birthday banquet, she tore her face with Song Anqi.

Song Anqi almost turned her into a thief, but fortunately she broke her, but her hand was injured.

Later, I met my father Song Huaizhong and asked him to get back his grandfather's inheritance.

After that......

She hugged Lu Jinhan and cried?!

That's right, it's him, and he laughed at her for crying ugly.

Later, she seemed to be asleep, and she had a fever, and she was very unwell.

But there was a warm embrace around her, and a low, soft voice lingered in her ears......

She looked down at her hand, it didn't seem to hurt as much as last night, and Dr. Ji's medical skills were really good.

She let out a light breath and turned her head slowly.

What catches his eye is still his angular face, long and thick eyelashes, straight nose bridge, full lips, and perfect contours.

If you look closely, you will find that this handsome face shows a faint tiredness.

Slightly messy bangs, a faint black shadow under the eyes, and a cyan stubble that slightly pops out of the chin.

This man has always taken care of himself well, he is always personable, chic and luxurious, how can he be so tired and sloppy as he is at this moment?

Was it Lu Jinhan who took care of her all night?

It should be.

She couldn't help but pause for a few more seconds, her gaze resting on his face.

At this time, he was sleeping very deeply.

Between exhaling and inhaling, her breathing involuntarily moved with him, and each other's breaths slowly merged into one.

In the room where this little bit of golden sun sprinkled in, her heart also warmed up, and a sweetness that she had never felt before passed through her heart, making her reluctant to disturb his rest.

She blinked softly, looked up at the room again, and found that it was his room, I wonder if my son woke up at this time?

If Da Bai wakes up, he will definitely look for her again.

Thinking like this, Song Yinyin didn't dare to delay, and wanted to hurry back to the guest room before Da Bai woke up.

She quietly lifted the futon, looked down and saw that there was no shortage of clothes on her body, thinking that he did not take advantage of the danger last night to do something to her.

She couldn't help but look back at him more.

Suddenly felt that in fact, he didn't seem to be so annoying anymore.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, Song Yinyin put on slippers and quietly got out of bed.

Catching a glimpse of a post-it note and a pen on the bedside table, Song Yinyin suddenly became interested, so she picked up the pen and wrote a line on the paper.

"Last night, thank you."

A few simple words are enough to express her gratitude.

Satisfied, putting down the paper and pen, she tiptoed out of the master bedroom.

………………

The other end of the city.

As soon as Song Huaizhong came home, he saw the housekeeper hurriedly coming out, he frowned and asked, "What about Mrs. and Miss?" ”