The next day, Ye Zhilu came to her senses, and as soon as she opened her eyes, the sunlight pierced into her eyes, causing her pupils to constrict, and she raised her hand to block it in front of her.

She snorted and sat up from the hospital bed with her elbows propped up, and saw Rong and his legs crossed on the sofa opposite, a few buttons unbuttoned at the collar of his shirt, revealing a looming collarbone.

He propped his temples with one hand and closed his eyes, looking very tired.

Ye Zhilu thought to himself, he should have been here all night.

She tilted her head and stared at him obsessively for a few more moments.

The morning sunlight refracted through the transparent glass window and sprinkled on his handsome face like an axe, and the still picture looked like a painting.

Ye Zhilu got out of bed cautiously, picked up the blanket beside the bed, and approached Rong He lightly.

When she spread her arms and was about to put the blanket on Rong You's body, he seemed to feel something, his thick eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes, and a pair of clear and sharp eyes stared straight at Ye Zhiyi.

"Why don't you sleep in bed?" Ye Zhilu yawned lazily.

Rong He pursed the corners of his lips, did not speak, and grabbed Ye Zhiyu's wrist violently, making her sit on his lap.

"How do you sleep so narrow?"

Ye Zhilu turned his eyes to look at the medical steel frame bed with a width of nearly one meter, and his mouth was deflated.

"You can sleep if you squeeze it."

"What if I scratch you?"

"That's better than doing it here overnight."

Rong He raised his hand and pinched Ye Zhi's little face.

"When do you know how important you are?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhilu's heart seemed to be filled with a dose of sweet honey candy.

"Is it important to you?"

Although Rong He maintained an indifferent expression, he nodded slightly, acknowledging Ye Zhifu's point of view.

"Hmm."

The next day, Ye Zhilu came to her senses, and as soon as she opened her eyes, the sunlight pierced into her eyes, causing her pupils to constrict, and she raised her hand to block it in front of her.

She snorted and sat up from the hospital bed with her elbows propped up, and saw Rong and his legs crossed on the sofa opposite, a few buttons unbuttoned at the collar of his shirt, revealing a looming collarbone.

He propped his temples with one hand and closed his eyes, looking very tired.

Ye Zhilu thought to himself, he should have been here all night.

She tilted her head and stared at him obsessively for a few more moments.

The morning sunlight refracted through the transparent glass window and sprinkled on his handsome face like an axe, and the still picture looked like a painting.

Ye Zhilu got out of bed cautiously, picked up the blanket beside the bed, and approached Rong He lightly.

When she spread her arms and was about to put the blanket on Rong You's body, he seemed to feel something, his thick eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes, and a pair of clear and sharp eyes stared straight at Ye Zhiyi.

"Why don't you sleep in bed?" Ye Zhilu yawned lazily.

Rong He pursed the corners of his lips, did not speak, and grabbed Ye Zhiyu's wrist violently, making her sit on his lap.

"How do you sleep so narrow?"

Ye Zhilu turned his eyes to look at the medical steel frame bed with a width of nearly one meter, and his mouth was deflated.

"You can sleep if you squeeze it."

"What if I bruise you?"

"That's better than doing it here overnight."

Rong He raised his hand and pinched Ye Zhi's little face.

"When do you know how important you are?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhilu's heart seemed to be filled with a dose of sweet honey candy.

"Is it important to you?"

Although Rong He maintained an indifferent expression, he nodded slightly, acknowledging Ye Zhifu's point of view.

"Hmm."