Ye Gushen's cheek pressed against the back of her neck, taking a deep breath, "My injury is healed."
"I say it's not healed, then it's not healed. I'm the doctor here."
"But the injury is on my body, I know it best."
Tang Suiyu, half laughing, half crying, moved a bit to the side, "Be good, keep sleeping, it's the middle of the night!"
"The middle of the night is nice too..."
What's nice about it!
"I'll be quick!"
"No!" Tang Suiyu suddenly turned on the light, leaning against the bedhead and staring at him.
Ye Gushen's hair was a bit messy, his sharp and cold face tinted with a hint of passion, those eyes like deep vortices engulfing her.
Tang Suiyu suddenly reached out her hand, cupping his handsome face and rubbing it, "Uncle Ye, calm down a bit!"
Ye Gushen's face probably hadn't been rubbed like this since he was a child.
"If you keep this up, I really won't be able to calm down," Ye Gushen grabbed her wrist, "Lie down!"
