Ji Wei woke up again at around three in the night.
The small lamp in the hospital room was on. She propped herself up, intending to get out of bed to go to the restroom. As soon as she lifted her eyes, she saw a figure curled up on the narrow sofa.
With Gu Moqian's height and long legs, the one-and-a-half-meter sofa couldn't allow him to stretch out comfortably, forcing him to maintain a curled-up position. Just looking at him, Ji Wei felt he must be very uncomfortable sleeping.
Obviously, there was a separate bedroom outside the VIP ward, yet Gu Moqian chose to sleep on the sofa. The reason was simple: so he could be there as soon as she needed him.
Ji Wei felt warmth in her eyes and, wearing slippers, slowly stepped closer to Gu Moqian.
The thin blanket on him was about to slide off. She reached out to pull it up, and just as she was about to withdraw her hand, the man in his sleep suddenly opened his eyes.
