The shirt sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearm, revealing a well-muscled segment of his arm.
Although Lu Lingxiao had a cold pale complexion, he did not look effeminate. The pricey watch on his wrist shone with a metallic luster, making his arms look even longer. His effort slightly revealed bulging veins, unexpectedly lending him an air of abstinence.
After the nurse had finished changing Ye Xi's dressing, she left.
Lu Lingxiao noticed the coat that had slipped onto the floor from Ye Xi's body, picked it up, and asked, "How are you feeling? Do you feel better after taking a nap?"
Ye Xi's previous anger felt like a punch into a pile of cotton, that sensation of losing balance rendered her speechless.
Lu Lingxiao covered her with the coat again and said, "If you're tired, sleep a little longer."
Ye Xi stared blankly at him, suddenly enveloped by a sense of helplessness.
Not far away, a tall figure was walking in their direction.
It was Song Musen.
