Ma Zhihao smiled, his eyes sparkling like thousand-watt bulbs: "Really?"
Erya nodded earnestly: "Really!"
Ma Zhihao was so excited that he suddenly hugged her tightly with his arms.
Erya was completely enveloped in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, where she could hear his heartbeat racing with excitement—thumping powerfully.
Ma Zhihao felt like he was dreaming as he held her tightly, his deep voice carrying an irrepressible excitement: "I'm so happy! Girl, I'm really happy!"
Erya pursed her lips in his embrace, "I can feel it."
Ma Zhihao held her for a long time, and had Peng Dong not come over to tell them that Erya could be discharged, they'd probably still be hugging.
Ma Zhihao wasn't happy about being interrupted during their time together.
He gave the culprit a cold look: "No more beds? Or are you worried I can't pay the hospital bill?"
