The next day, suffering from a poor night's sleep, Nan Mufeng went downstairs with dark circles under his eyes.
Liu Ya pursed her lips with a smile and asked in a low voice, "Didn't sleep well last night?"
"Mm."
"Is it because I wasn't sleeping with you?"
"Seems like it." Nan Mufeng gazed at the beautiful face before him, but a sharp icicle was always poking his tender heart, reminding him to stay calm.
"Seven more days," Liu Ya said with a bashful smile.
Nan Mufeng was momentarily distracted, "Okay."
After breakfast, Nan Mufeng took Liu Ya for her treatment.
All the way there, he pondered the text message he received and Liu Ya's strange behavior from the day before. He purposely asked, "Xiao Xi, are you still scared today?"
"Not anymore," Liu Ya shook her head.
"Why aren't you scared anymore?"
Liu Ya smiled gently and said, "Mufeng, actually, after I bought the cell phone yesterday, I went back to see Anthony and Helena."
