In the middle of the night, she groggily woke up, "Water, water..."
She heard a flurry of footsteps, then was embraced in a familiar hold, tight to the point of suffocation, but she felt the moisture on her lips and instinctively opened her mouth, gulping down the water.
She was drenched in cold sweat, thoroughly soaked.
Hazily opening her eyes, the face in front of her hospital bed was cold and indifferent. She shivered subconsciously and instinctively spoke in a low voice, "Han... I'll be good from now on, please don't hurt me..."
Then, like a little cat, she snuggled in his embrace, finding the most comfortable position, not caring how sticky her sweat was, and holding him, she drifted back to sleep.
