After an unknown period of time, Wen Meimei suddenly opened her eyes, the red blood streaks in her eyes had faded a lot but were still quite red.
The young girl slowly turned her head and looked at the man's head resting on her.
He was asleep, his handsome sleeping face resembling a prince stepping out of a comic, looking comfortably serene.
Wen Meimei raised her hand, gently stroking the man's handsome face, "Chengxun..."
The man's body slightly trembled, suddenly sitting upright, grasping her small hand with both of his own, "Meimei, you're awake."
"Chengxun..." Wen Meimei struggled to sit up.
Qiao Chengxun helped her up, his voice tender, "How are you? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Wen Meimei shook her head, snuggling into the man's broad, warm embrace, clutching the corner of his clothes, pitifully pleading, "Chengxun, I don't want to get an injection, it hurts so much..."