Secret

He Miao obediently listened to Jing Yan's arrangements. She only felt a little embarrassed after Jing Yan brought her back to the ward and closed the door.

She walked to the window and drew the curtains, but when she turned around, she met Jing Yan's half-smiling eyes.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" He Miao turned her eyes away guiltily, also feeling that she was making a mountain out of a molehill. He was only looking at the wound, why did she suddenly make herself so nervous?

Even if Jing Yan did not want to think too much about it, he still could not help but let his imagination run wild when he saw He Miao's serious attitude. He could not help but walk to her side, wrap his arms around her delicate waist, and said with a smile, "Why are you drawing the curtains? Are you planning to let me see everything at once?"

"What nonsense are you saying!" He Miao suddenly became anxious and pushed his chest.