Midnight.
A faint sound of the wind murmurs outside the screen window.
Arthur Lindsey lay down beside Ella Lacey dressed, his wickedly charming eyes overflowing with affection.
Although Ella Lacey's body was injured, her heart was extremely full.
The little rain on the hospital bed just now came at just the right time.
It made her deeply, deeply intoxicated...
Now waking up, it seemed like the wounds weren't that painful anymore.
She smiled slyly and said, "Honey, if we do this every day, I think I can be discharged early."
"..." Arthur Lindsey's expression changed instantly.
Solemnly, he said, "Wife, you need to know when to stop, okay?"
"Honey, I'm serious, now I feel my blood is rushing, and the repair of damaged cells seems to be faster." Ella didn't care about his expression; after all, she was the patient and had every reason to speak her mind.
