Nan Chu's heart raced, she closed her eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Han.
For the first time, she was sick and not alone, someone was there to care for her.
For the first time, someone told her they liked her.
Jiang Han smiled slightly, earnestly massaging Nan Chu's stomach.
After more than ten minutes of massage, Jiang Han rubbed his hands together to warm them, placing the whole palm on Nan Chu's smooth, fair abdomen.
Nan Chu's entire skin flushed with a rosy hue.
Jiang Han smiled, happily applying a hot compress to Nan Chu's stomach.
After using his hands as a hot compress for over ten minutes, Jiang Han said, "Have a good rest, I'm going back to my room."
"Thank you, Jiang Han," Nan Chu replied softly, "Good night."
Jiang Han smiled slightly, "Good night. My girl."
Jiang Han left Nan Chu's room.
Nan Chu clutched the quilt, rolling over on the bed.
Silently shouting in her heart: Ah—
