"Full?" Bao Shaojin sneered coldly.
An Yin grinned and nodded repeatedly, "Uh-huh."
The young girl's lips were stained with oil, and under the light, her rosy lips appeared even fuller.
As if he had timed it right, Assistant Lin entered the hospital room to collect the trays.
Outside the window, it was pitch black, the howling wind particularly deafening.
After Assistant Lin left, An Yin glanced at her phone, "I have to go back to school."
Bao Shaojin remained calm, "The weather forecast predicts thunderstorms later. Stay here tonight; there's a room inside."
The man spoke with composed ease.
"No way." An Yin anxiously refused, her fair cheeks flushing red.
The next second, she opened her weather app, and indeed, it was just as the man said.
An Yin stood up and walked toward the car window. The streetlights below flickered, and large lush trees swayed in the wind, while the flowers and grass on both sides of the road were blown into disarray.
