Old Tan wasn't in the ward, and Lu Xinglan was sleeping.
Chen Xiangtai closed the door and approached to wake him.
"Mr. Lu Xinglan."
"Mr. Lu Xinglan."
He slept in a very proper manner, lying flat without moving.
Seeing he hadn't woken up, she wanted to tease him and crouched down by the bed: "If you don't wake up, I'm going to kiss you."
She pursed her lips, pretending to lean in.
Lu Xinglan, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly opened them and raised his hand to encircle her waist, pulling her forward: "Okay then."
Her shadow crashed unexpectedly into his vision, her flustered quivering eyelashes, her reddened face, and her timid self.
"I, I was just bluffing."
Lu Xinglan didn't let go and let the young lady half sprawl on top of him: "Can your saliva really cure sickness?"
She was afraid of pressing down on him, so she quietly moved her hands away: "Yes."
The little demon was here to steal treasures again.
