Would it kill him to say that he missed her?

Nestled in Lei Xiao's arms, Lin Hanxing lazily picked up the phone.

"Okay, come to the hospital to find me."

Lin Hanxing gave him the address and hung up.

"Do you feel lonely sleeping alone?"

Lin Hanxing's chin was pressed against Lei Xiaoyue's chest, his voice soft and his eyes as innocent as a deer's.

Lei Xiao felt that she must have been sent by the heavens to torture him.

"I won't," He was stubborn.

"Oh, I won't. But I'll miss you. What should I do?"

Lin Hanxing blinked, his long fan-like eyelashes casting a shadow of grievance on his ivory white face.

"I'll miss the smell on your body."

She buried her face in his chest and sniffed. That pleasant smell of wood-intoxicating hyssop was intoxicating.

"And I'll miss you holding my arm."

Lin Hanxing raised his hand slightly and touched Lei Xiao's rolling Adam's apple.

"And every midnight, I'll have to ..."