It wasn't long before Xiang Yiren returned.
"How did it go?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"That stubborn girl just refuses to go to the hospital. She says she'll be fine after taking her medicine and resting at home," Xiang Yiren complained bitterly.
"Alright, she knows her own body best, so don't worry about it," Sun Dasheng said, pulling her into a comforting hug on the sofa. "Who knows? Maybe she'll feel better after a good night's sleep. Besides, IV drips at the hospital aren't always that effective these days. Sometimes, taking medicine and getting some proper rest is better."
His restless hand began to wander over her thigh, but something felt off. Why was her skin so cool? Looking down, he saw that her black stockings were gone. No wonder.
"Why'd you take off your stockings? Aren't your legs cold?"
SMACK!
Xiang Yiren slapped his mischievous hand away.
