She sighed for the third time when suddenly a head fell onto her shoulder.
She turned her head to see a man with exceptionally long eyelashes, and oh, such pale, tender skin.
She poked the head, "Sir."
The man didn't move.
She poked him again, "Sir."
Still, he didn't move.
She poked harder, "Sir."
He moved then, rubbing against her, his eyelashes brushing her neck.
That tickled.
Chen Xiangtai touched her neck.
Had he fainted or just fallen asleep?
She gave him a shove, raising her voice, "Sir."
The man mumbled something.
She leaned in to listen.
Ah, he was asleep since he was grinding his teeth.
In the hospital, it was common to see family members of patients who were exhausted to the point of collapse. Technically, they weren't allowed to sleep in the hospital halls, but Chen Xiangtai felt sorry for them.
