Watching her sleep so soundly, his stomach was still faintly aching.
Feng Huaijin stared at Su Li's pretty little face, again feeling that her face was like a glutinous rice dumpling, white, tender, and soft.
Suddenly losing his focus, Feng Huaijin's hand unconsciously reached towards Su Li's little face.
His fingers touched that warm cheek, and he was startled enough to quickly withdraw his hand.
Su Li slightly opened her eyes and said, "Is there a mosquito?"
Feng Huaijin snorted lightly and said, "Sleeping by the side of a patient's bed, if a mosquito bites you, you deserve it."
Su Li felt very wronged, extremely wronged.
"Old man, what are you doing? Don't go in." An elderly couple was murmuring outside the emergency room.
An old lady quickly stopped her companion beside her who wanted to go in.
"Who is that girl? I want to go in and see."
