Ou Lan slept straight through until past two in the afternoon before waking up.
As she opened her eyes, she saw Zhan Moxiao also sleeping beside her, holding her tightly in his arms.
Different from his sickly appearance last night, he had returned to his handsome and vibrant self.
She had a rough night, but she knew he was in pain too, so she still felt very sorry for him.
Fearing she would wake him, she dared not move too much; she only slightly twisted her waist, but even so, he woke up.
He had barely deep slept at all, always waiting for her to wake up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he asked with concern, "Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
Roughed up all night, of course, she felt uncomfortable, but Ou Lan didn't want him to blame himself, so she shook her head and denied it, "No, I'm fine."
How could she be fine?
Zhan Moxiao knew the truth and caressed her small face tenderly, "Why be so foolish, huh?"
