His eyes, deep as ink, fixed on her, yet his gaze was gentle.
In the next instant, he lowered his head to check her ankle.
After applying medicine, it had already improved a lot.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, looking up at the still stunned Huo Yishan.
She was startled for a moment, realizing he was checking her foot; she had thought he was…
She composed her complex, disordered heart, and pursed her lips, "Uh, no, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
"That's good."
She quickly got out of bed, her foot no longer hurting after resting all afternoon.
In the vast room, Huo Yishan suddenly felt it was too small, somewhat at a loss, and finally sat down on the sofa. She saw some grapes on a plate and plucked one to eat, covering up her previous panic.
"Why did your mom have me rest here?"
He stood still, staring at her, his charm radiating even though he was only in his home clothes.
"You are my girlfriend, where else if not my room?"
Huo Yishan paused with the grape.
