The man looked at her flushed little face, and his Adam's apple bobbed once.
Zhixi suddenly snapped awake, and whispered, "I... I want to sleep now..."
He Jingyao's dark eyes still focused on her, his voice hoarse, "Don't be afraid, you are still in recovery, I won't do anything to you."
She nodded with a flushed face, clutching the quilt, her expression pleading.
"Go to sleep." He suddenly smiled, "I'll be right next to you. When you wake up tomorrow morning, don't forget me again, okay?"
She obediently nodded, snuggled into the bed, and pulled the quilt over herself.
Thump, thump, thump...
The sound of her heartbeat remained rapid, keeping her emotions unsettled for a long time.
...
The next day.
When Zhixi woke up, daylight had already brightened the room.
She quietly sat up and immediately saw He Jingyao sitting by the bed.
He was already dressed, with a laptop on his lap, his fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard.
The sound was rhythmic and pleasant.
