Wen Ran felt very strange.
In recent days, she had been having the same dream over and over. Could it be the after-effect of the intimate night with Mo Xiuchen after being drugged that night?
Thinking of the scenes she saw every night in her dreams, her fair cheeks flushed unconsciously. She raised her hand to touch her warm face, frowning and shaking her head, refusing to let herself think about it.
The door of the ward was pushed open, and Mo Xiuchen came in carrying a bag. He had just bought her some blueberries.
"Ranran, are you hot? Why is your face a bit red?"
Mo Xiuchen walked to the bedside, put the bag on the bedside table, and reached out to touch her forehead.
When the back of his hand touched her skin, Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat. The scenes from last night's dream flooded into her mind, and her already warm face suddenly heated up again.
"Hmm, it's a bit hot, probably because I'm under the covers."