Wei Anning's eyebrows raised in delight, and without concern for shyness, she held his face and planted a kiss on his lips.
Leng Youchen's heart completely melted. Who made him love her so much he couldn't bear to have her take medicine that might harm her? So, he had to be the one to feel uncomfortable. He gripped her waist tightly and growled, "Not feeling sore anymore? If you tease me again, neither of us will get any sleep tonight."
Wei Anning turned over, her back to him, but in no time, the man was pressing up against her again, silently holding her tight. She smiled sweetly and soon drifted off to sleep.
In a high-end private hospital, Leng Yanbo's injuries had healed quite a bit. His face, which had previously swollen like a pig's head, now only had a little bruise at the corner of his mouth that hadn't faded, and the swelling had gone down.