She took a deep breath, lifted her foot up onto the sickbed, braced herself with both hands, and puckered her lips to lean in—
The light was mostly blocked by her, and in the sparse glow of the lamp, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, grinding all the fragmented light into them: "Nurse Chen."
Nurse Chen was petrified.
The petrified Nurse Chen was still puckering her lips.
Lu Xinglan lay flat on his back, a dark shadow looming overhead, so close that the girl's hair brushed his throat. He pulled the blanket up, covering himself, and his throat tightened slightly, "What are you doing?"
Nurse Chen remained in the same posture, one foot on the bed, hands apart, propping herself on either side of his body. From the side, she seemed to cradle a handful of light, half of the blanket, and him.
He was half-covered by the blanket, revealing a handsome bridge of his nose and his eyes.
"I, I, I..."
Her mind was blocked, her eyelashes trembling, her speech stuttering.
