The realization made her feel a complicated mix of emotions as she lowered her gaze, patiently waiting for Li Beicheng to recover his strength, refusing to look at his expression.
Li Beicheng rarely caught a chance to be close to Yan Xiaye, so he shamelessly lingered, breathing in the sweet fragrance emanating from the girl.
Like an invisible hand, that scent teased all manner of wild thoughts in him, but for the sake of a future with Yan Xiaye, he gritted his teeth to suppress the irrational impulse, and focused on playing the role of a proper patient, slowly and carefully getting up.
At that moment, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open from outside, accompanied by a harsh reprimand, "Yan Xiaye, what are you dallying for? Beicheng has been in the hospital for so many days, it's time for him to go back and rest properly. He's been constantly thinking of you, yet you, on the other hand, show no care for him at all..."