"No," Jian Shichu said, "I must apply the medicine myself to be at ease. Otherwise, you'll just slap it on carelessly. If the medicine doesn't work properly and you end up with a chronic condition, what then?"
After applying the medicine, she drifted off to sleep without realizing it and woke up in the afternoon.
Upon waking, she was a bit disoriented. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jian Shichu reading a book by the bed.
The golden afternoon sunshine, streaming through the window, cast a light golden glow over his divinely handsome face, making him look ethereal and pure.
Ye Qingci stared at him without moving, utterly captivated.
Jian Shichu seemed to feel something, his gaze lifting from the magazine to her face, and he gave a gentle smile. "Awake?"
His voice was magnetic and warm, smoothing over every cell and nerve in Ye Qingci, making her feel as if she were soaking in a warm hot spring, indescribably lazy and comfortable.
