Zhang Lingying was stunned for a second, squinted her eyes, and not so gently asked back, "I'm just going home to sleep, it's not like we're parting forever, what are you afraid of?"
Lu Jing seemed to realize that his reliance on Zhang Lingying was a bit excessive, and slowly let go of her hand.
He didn't speak again, just lay quietly back on the hospital bed.
His appearance made Zhang Lingying start to reflect on whether her tone was too harsh, turning her head to look at his side-lying figure, she compromised, "As long as I have time tomorrow, I'll come to see you, how about that?"
After Zhang Lingying finished speaking, she left, not noticing that Lu Jing behind her, after hearing her words, his deep brown pupils brightened, and he lifted the quilt and sat up.
"President Lu..." The assistant had just escorted Zhang Lingying to the elevator entrance, and when he returned to the ward he saw Lu Jing rummaging through the drawer of the bedside cabinet.
