Even though her movements were so subtle, this man discovered her so easily, which really made her feel a lack of accomplishment.
The man, with his back towards An Nan, after hearing this complaint, lifted the corners of his mouth into a pampered smile, turned his head to look at her, and waved: "Come over, why are you standing there?"
"You want me to go over, I just..... ah....." Before An Nan could finish her sentence, the man on the rocking chair had already stretched out his arm, pulled her over, and naturally wrapped her on his lap.
"Ah, your arm." An Nan was worried about his arm and didn't dare to struggle too much.
"As long as you sit quietly, my arm will be fine." From start to finish, he only used his good arm.
"Really, how can you do this, this is a hospital room, someone could come in at any time." While sitting on the man's lap, An Nan kept turning her head to look towards the door. This situation was too intimate; it would be embarrassing if someone saw.
