Li Yeqi looked at her coldly; his consciousness had been drifting all night, yet he felt a gentle pair of hands wiping his body, making him so comfortable that he didn't want to wake up and face reality.
If the owner of these hands was Nangong Xiu, it would be like swallowing a fly to him, making him feel disgusted, so he asked, "Why are you here?"
"You are sick, no one is taking care of you, so naturally, I've come. Brother Yeqi, you were calling my name all night, Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu. I didn't expect you had such deep feelings for me. You kept pushing me away before, and I almost gave up. Luckily, I know you have a reserved nature." Nangong Xiu said smugly.
She actually arrived when dawn was breaking, and at that time, Yan Luoxi was still in the ward. She waited for her to leave before entering.
Li Yeqi looked at her coldly, "Nangong Xiu, don't waste your efforts on me. I could never like you."
