In the middle of the night, Ye Yan woke up gently and turned his head to see Jin Yu sleeping by the bedside. A warm feeling swept through his heart.
He wanted to reach out and touch her face, but found that his hand was in a cast. His left hand could move, but she was lying on the right side. His body was wrapped like a dumpling, unable to turn to the side, so he could only laboriously scoot his left hand to the right.
"What are you doing? Are you thirsty?"
Jin Yu sensed the slight movement and woke up, looking at his outstretched left hand.
He could only move his left hand now, yet he didn't know to be careful. What was he trying to do? Did he want to injure his left hand too?
"I'm not thirsty."
Ye Yan originally didn't want to wake her up and regretted making a noise that disturbed her. Taking care of him must be tiring, and she finally had a chance to rest, but was woken by him. He felt sorry and wanted her to rest more.
