Soon, her breathing cald, leaving only the sound of Fu Rong flipping through docunts in the room.
Fu Rong glanced at the docunt, then at Ye Ranran, with an obvious look of affection in his eyes.
Even if it’s like this, doing nothing, to him, it’s also a kind of happiness.
After finishing the docunts, Fu Rong moved to the bedside of Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran’s lips were adorned with a smile, her long eyelashes curled up like little fans, casting a tiny shadow beneath her eyes.
Who knows what she dreamt about, causing the corners of her lips to curl up.
Fu Rong’s hand paused on her hair, sliding down slowly from her hair to her forehead, and from her forehead to her face.
Sliding along her face, reaching her neck.
Because of the hot weather, Ye Ranran wore a simple T on her upper body and a yellow knee-length skirt below. Unlike ordinary Ts, this shirt didn’t have a large neckline.
Even asleep, her neckline was neat and tidy, showing not a hint of ssiness.
When Fu Rong’s hand touched Ye Ranran’s neck, Ye Ranran finally woke up.
"What are you planning to do?" She glared at him.
Because the place wasn’t right, Ye Ranran couldn’t possibly sleep soundly.
She wasn’t that unaware.
It could be said she hadn’t truly fallen asleep, naturally aware of Fu Rong’s nearing presence.
Already when his hand touched her head, she sensed it and wanted to open her eyes.
But fearing it may seem too intentional, thinking he wouldn’t do anything, she allowed him a cautious touch.
Who knew his hand would go too far, extending downward.
Almost on par with a creep’s wandering hand.
Unexpectedly, he was such a person.
As Ye Ranran opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged handso face.
Fu Rong’s face was just a fingernail’s distance from Ye Ranran, incredibly close.
Ye Ranran’s eyes precisely t Fu Rong’s; she clearly saw Fu Rong’s eyes, unlike Jun Mochan’s pure black, his eyes were brown.
In those small pupils, her image was reflected.
Perhaps due to the closeness, Ye Ranran clearly saw Fu Rong’s gaze and understood the aning within.
She seed to see deep affection there, but upon closer inspection, it vanished.
Ye Ranran thought she must have been mistaken, how could Fu Rong have such an expression?
Affection? Even if there was, it wouldn’t be for her, Ye Ranran.
"Move away." Ye Ranran forcefully pushed Fu Rong.
The wheelchair slid back, colliding with the hospital bed, which caused Fu Rong to fall to the ground.
Ye Ranran was shocked, quickly jumping up and rushing to Fu Rong’s side.
She grabbed Fu Rong’s hand, trying to help him up, not expecting to be pulled down by him.
Fu Rong pressed down on her, with his face resting right on her chest.
Frustrated, Ye Ranran disregarded everything and pushed Fu Rong aside.
Fu Rong muffled a groan; Ye Ranran ignored it as she tidied up her clothes.
Only after confirming nothing had slipped out, she reached out to help Fu Rong again.
Fu Rong’s full weight was on her, and Ye Ranran couldn’t lift him with all her might.
Both tumbled to the ground once more.
"Hold on, let call soone to help you up."
It wasn’t that Ye Ranran didn’t think to call soone earlier, but anyway, Fu Rong was pushed down by her.
In every aspect, she should help him up.
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