Late at night in the hospital corridor.
Inside and outside the door, two hands were intertwined, and although no one saw them, it still looked quite odd.
Lu Fengxuan gradually sensed something was wrong, looked around, and kept shaking her hand.
"Yu Chiyin, let go; it's late at night and pulling like this isn't embarrassing for you? I'm tired and want to rest. Let me go."
Her words were contemptuous, still not showing him a kind face.
Yu Chiyin, though despised by her, wasn't angry. He gently rubbed her wrist and said with a light smile:
"I'm not embarrassed, and besides, you look quite good."
"...How come I never noticed before that your brain is so abnormal!"
Lu Fengxuan mocked him, kicked at his leg towards the outside of the door, and tried harder to shake him off.
It's late at night, who has the mood to mess around with him like this? She wasn't crazy.
