The next day, it was less than a week until Christmas.
Around seven o'clock, Li Qiao woke up.
In the dim light, she turned her head to look at Shang Yu beside her, whose handsome face was clear and gentle in his deep sleep.
Li Qiao took out her phone, ready to call Chang Rong.
Last night, she and the man discussed going for a health check-up this morning.
Since he stopped taking Clonazepam, they were yet to know if his white blood cell count had returned to normal.
Li Qiao turned onto her back and had just unlocked her phone when the man embraced her, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Just woken, Shang Yu's voice was hoarse, and his half-closed eyes carried a hint of laziness.
This side of him, drowsy and soft, was unseen by outsiders.
With her heart warming, Li Qiao snuggled closer into his arms, nudging the blanket with her feet, "Go back to sleep; I was just about to call Chang Rong..."
Before she could finish, she abruptly fell silent.
