When Yan Yan woke up, it was already past six in the evening, and after tossing and turning for a while, it was unknowingly very late.
After Yan Yan woke up, Gu Yixuan examined him once, determined he was fine, and had no intention of checking in again, leaving the evening for them to be alone.
After some fuss, Yun Qiqi was also tired. She climbed onto his hospital bed, held his arm, pressed her face against his shoulder, snuggling by his side, occasionally rubbing softly against him.
She loved the feeling of being next to him.
Every touch, every closeness, she liked it very, very much.
They had agreed to keep some distance to prevent his thoughts from wandering, but Yun Qiqi could only hold onto that resolve for less than ten minutes.
Fortunately, Yan Yan didn't do anything else; he just naturally wrapped one arm around her, hugging her to his chest, his large hand occasionally stroking her head.
