Is it so hard to admit you care about me?_1

An Ning did not answer but counter-asked, "Do you have anything worth my wild thoughts?"

"Of course not," Yu Jingchen said with an open face.

An Ning smiled at him. "Then why did you ask me if I had any wild thoughts?"

Yu Jingchen's pale face looked at her. "With such a serious injury, can you really sleep soundly at night?"

An Ning silently cursed herself; that's what he was referring to. "You're not in serious trouble; of course, I slept well."

Her tone was nonchalant.

Yu Jingchen lifted his finger and gently traced her tired eyes. "At such a young age, you already have dark circles, yet you say you slept well?"

"I specifically did a smoky makeup look."

"Then why are your eyes red?" Yu Jingchen captured her chin, making her face him.

"I wore contact lenses yesterday; they probably irritated my eyes," An Ning said, still unconcerned, as she continued her task, pouring out the chicken soup.