The tantalizing fragrance that he adored lingered around him, but he dared not delve deeper for fear of waking Mu Chenxi, who was sound asleep.
A gentle kiss, tasting but not indulging too much.
"Knock, knock—"
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door of the hospital ward, which disturbed Mu Chenxi. Seeing her eyelids move, Fu Yanshen, feeling guilty like a thief, abruptly got up.
He moved too quickly and pulled his wound, causing his vision to darken and his head to spin, making him directly fall onto Mu Chenxi.
As soon as Mu Chenxi opened her eyes, she saw this scene. Her mind was not fully awake yet, and she failed to dodge, watching as Fu Yanshen's head smashed towards her face.
But before hitting her, Fu Yanshen shifted his direction, and his head directly hit the edge of the bed.
Just before passing out, he heard Mu Chenxi shouting his name in panic, "Fu Yanshen!"
She must still care about him, right?
Otherwise, she wouldn't be so worried about him.