Xia Qingqian looked at his gaze, and it instantly became gentle. She slightly extended her fingers, brushing his brow, tracing along his high nose, tenderly caressing his face.
"Have you touched enough?" The man under her hand suddenly let out a sentence, followed by opening his eyes, lifting a hand, grabbing the hand that rested on his face, and curling his lips into a mischievous smile: "I didn't know you had this hobby, taking advantage of someone falling asleep to freely touch them?"
Xia Qingqian was so startled she widened her eyes. He was clearly asleep, how did he know she was touching him...
"Come up, what are you standing there for?" Beitang Yao said to her, "Do you want me to carry you up?"
As he spoke, he feigned to rise. Xia Qingqian frowned, stopping him: "Don't move, take your medicine and rest well."
After she finished speaking, she stood for a while, seemingly in a mental struggle, before finally quietly getting on the bed, slipping under the covers.
