Xia Fanxing and Mu Hanchen had been married for three years.
Yet they had always slept separately.
Only in the old house would they share a bed.
Actually, Xia Fanxing liked being held by Mu Hanchen, feeling the warmth of his body.
It gave her a sense of belonging.
Even if it was brief, she liked it very much.
So they just lay there, held for over half an hour.
Mu Hanchen finally woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Xia Fanxing's calm and elegant face, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
He even pressed his forehead against hers as he spoke.
Good, no more fever.
It was not in vain that he had toiled all night.
Xia Fanxing became a bit tense because of the man's sudden display of intimacy, "What... What are you doing?"
Once Mu Hanchen was sure she was okay, he said indifferently, "Checking if you still have a fever."
Xia Fanxing was somewhat astonished, "I had a fever?"