The genuine sensation on her lips was unmistakable—this was not a dream. The hand on her waist was also acting a little mischievously, though not forcefully, it was still a bit uncomfortable.
Feeling a bit breathless, she drowsily opened her eyes to see the man in front of her, finally realizing what was happening.
A bit disgruntled, she pushed him, saying, "Even with your hand injured, you're still so naughty. Aren't you afraid the wound will open again and you'll have to be hospitalized?"
"Awake?"
The words, carrying a lure, entered her ears, making her body tremble lightly. She could clearly sense a change in him.
He lowered his forehead to hers, with warm breath brushing her face, "Honey, I miss you."
Ye Xinluo understood exactly what he meant, yet she decided to play dumb, blinking and looking at him with a puzzled expression, "Miss me for what? I didn't go anywhere."
He pressed his weight onto her, "Really don't understand?"
