章 82: Chapter 82 Pouting_1

Leng Youchen woke up when the sun was already high in the sky. Still groggy, his thoughts lingered on the feverish Wei Anning. He reached out his hand and, after groping around for quite some time, only felt the icy cold bed sheets, which snapped him fully awake. He sat up in bed.

Turning his head to the side, where was Wei Anning's figure on the bed?

He frowned unhappily with a face that looked like the end of the world. She had just gotten over her fever and couldn't stay put in bed, rendering his whole night of care for her pointless.

The man got out of bed in a bad mood, not seeing the person he wanted to see, and irascibly kicked the blankets aside. As soon as he sat down in the wheelchair, intending to go out and fetch her, he heard light footsteps approaching from outside.

His mind raced, and he quickly leapt back into bed.

No sooner had he covered himself with the blanket than the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.