Xia Xiaonuan reached out to pat her own forehead.
As if summoning up her courage, she abruptly turned around.
"Umm... I was just anxious and I don't know what I said earlier. Please, just don't mind it!"
"..." No response.
Is he asleep?
Xia Xiaonuan tiptoed forward. Even though she was wearing shoe covers, every step still made a rustling sound.
Finally, she stopped at the bedside.
Even though he had changed into hospital clothes, Nangong Yaoling's body still emitted a faint floral scent.
The man lay on his side. Xia Xiaonuan peeked and found Nangong Yaoling had his eyes closed.
From this angle, his eyelashes were long, his lips thin, his nose high, his chin well-defined. Even his profile was flawlessly perfect!
His hair was a bit messy, adding to his carefree charm.
This man really had no bad angles!
Xia Xiaonuan pouted, feeling a pang of jealousy even as a woman.
"Hey..." She extended a finger and poked his arm.
"..."
