What You Promised Me

Su Lin indulged in her own blissful fantasies as she said to him.

Yin Shaojie wasn't totally not paying attention to what she was saying as he surreptitiously pried off her hands.

"Go back to the bed, okay?" he said softly.

"No." Su Lin shook her head and hugged his waist unrelentingly.

"Be good. Your leg hasn't healed yet. Getting out of bed like this will cause another injury. Don't you want to get better soon?" he said, pacifying her.

Su Lin stopped. Then she sat back on the bed.

Yin Shaojie lifted her foot that was wrapped in a cast and placed it onto the bed, putting her back into a lying position.

"Shaojie, don't leave!" She anxiously grabbed him.

"Okay, I won't go." Yin Shaojie pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed. He looked at her and said, "I told you, right? We'll talk. I also have something to ask you."