The two of them looked at each other. The scene of waking up in each other's arms was so heartwarming that Anhao, who had suffered setbacks since she was young, could not accept it for a moment.
"It seems that the fever medicine I bought last night is quite effective." She grinned."
Zuo Hancheng's eyes glistened. He did not say a word, but held her tightly to prevent her from getting off the bed. He leaned lazily against the pillow and glanced at her twice."It's not a good thing to be too clear-headed after the fever has subsided."
"Ah?" "Why?" Anhao asked curiously."
"Someone has been drooling, grinding his teeth, and talking in his sleep in my arms all night. How can I sleep?"
Anhao instantly raised her hand and touched her chin. Her eyes widened in surprise."Did I drool in my sleep?"
"Do you think you look good sleeping?"