Earlier at the florist, Lu Zhaoyang saw the jasmine and was attracted it . She bought two pots of them and placed them in Huo Yunting’s room so that he might relax himself seeing them . It turned out that things backfired and she landed in the hospital .
“Is it a trick to gain sympathy?” Huo Yunting could not help but clench her wrists tighter . “I am warning you not to play tricks in front of me . ”
Lu Zhaoyang snorted quietly; was she that kind of person?
“Take your hands off me!” She finally got angry as she felt she had been wronged . “Go back to your sleep . I can take care of myself!”
“Asking me to leave now so that you can blame it on me when something happens to you?” Huo Yunting replied with a deadpan look .
Moreover, how could he leave considering her condition?
Lu Zhaoyang looked up . Noticing his indifferent expression, she looked away . “I do not mean that . I am sorry to have disturbed your sleep . There will be no next time . ”
She would not go to see him anymore .
Noticing her reaction, Huo Yunting thought that his grab was hurting her . He let his hands off her wrist with his brows knitted together .
“No scratching . ”
“I know . ” The blood transfusion was underway, and the itch had lessened somewhat by now .
There was silence . Lu Zhaoyang was baffled why he did not leave .
He watched her making a fool of herself and gave her a dig, yet he still wanted to stay .
Huo Yunting was an oxymoron .
After fifteen minutes of silence, just as Lu Zhaoyang was about to lift her hand, Huo Yunting held her down .
“What are you doing?” His voice was stern .
“Just wanted to rub my ear,” she explained .
He seemed to be paranoid .
Seeing a few strands of hair cascading down around her ear, Huo Yunting drew them behind her ear and shoved her small hand under the quilt .
“Are you sleepy? You can sleep here if you want; you have work to do tomorrow,” she said in a whisper, afraid of looking at him .
“Mind your own business . ”
He sounded cold but still had no intention to go .
By the time the transfusion was completed, it was past three in the morning . Back in the villa, Huo Yunting carried Lu Zhaoyang upstairs .
In the guest room, Huo Yunting lay on his back with her .
Before long, Lu Zhaoyang heard his shallow breathing, as if he was already asleep .
She felt a lot better right now, but she could not sleep .
After a moment of hesitation, Lu Zhaoyang slowly inched toward him, hand on his waist and head leaning against the back of his neck . “Thank you, Huo Yunting,” she said quietly .
Huo Yunting had not slept; how could he when his woman was right beside him?
All the more so when she had snuggled up and whispered behind him .
Had it not been for her allergy, he would have…
Lu Zhaoyang finally fell asleep, and her small hand began to scratch her cheeks uncontrollably .
She vaguely felt a pair of hands would grab her wrists when she moved her hands .
The night went with the feeling of a rope tied around her hands .
Lu Zhaoyang woke up naturally in Huo Yunting’s arms . She tried to move but found that his hands were clutching her wrists tightly .
What she felt last night was not a dream .
She stared at Huo Yunting’s face . His curled eyelashes were as light as fans and longer than that of girls .
If he had a daughter in the future, she will be beautiful .
Lu Zhaoyang looked past him at the sunlight leaking through the curtains . The sky had brightened up .
She pushed him gently . “Huo Yunting, it is time to get up . ”
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