His voice wasn't loud, yet it was incredibly captivating. In Hua Hua's ears, those three words lingered, making the sick person even more sentimental.
Hua Hua grabbed his restless hand, "I know, just go to sleep."
"Do you love me?" Ling Yin caressed his face, stubbornly seeking an answer.
Hua Hua ignored him.
"Hua Hua, do you love me or not?"
Hua Hua pushed his hand away, "Is it that important? You should be sleeping peacefully now."
"It's important, I want to hear it."
"I don't want to say it," Hua Hua said, turning off the light.
Ling Yin suddenly pounced on him, pressing him down. Hua Hua pushed him, "What are you doing?"
"Say you love me."
Hua Hua glared at him, "Are you crazy? Taking advantage of being sick to throw your weight around, is that it? Weren't you reflecting last night, and now you're acting up again?"
"If you don't say it, I won't sleep," Ling Yin also had his stubborn moments.
