After waiting for a moment, Fu Jinghen noticed Wen Qiao didn't reply to him. He lightly patted her back, "Did you hear me?"
"I heard you." Wen Qiao nodded, "You said you would always love me."
"..."
Fu Jinghen chuckled, tightened his arm around Wen Qiao, and repeated, "Yes, I will always love you."
The stark white and cold hospital room became warm and cozy because of their affection, but it didn't last long before being abruptly interrupted.
"Good morning——"
Huo Mutian, concerned about Wen Qiao's condition, hurried to the hospital right after waking up, intending to show some brotherly care. Who knew that upon opening the ward door, he'd witness the two in a rather intimate position.
"Whoa, Fu Jinghen, you're actually the one being pinned down?"
The noise at the door startled Wen Qiao. She quickly scrambled off Fu Jinghen, bundling herself up with the blanket without even checking who came in, retreating to the bed.
