Xinying squinted her eyes and lazily acknowledged with a sound.
"Yingying, do you want me to massage your legs?" Yan Ye quickly put the recent interruption behind him; now, the most important thing was Xinying's health.
Xinying felt a bit of pain, which she originally didn't want to tell Yan Ye, but if she didn't tell him, she couldn't let him feel distressed for her.
After some thought, Xinying said with a delicate, coquettish voice, "It hurts a little... be gentle when you massage."
...
"Yingying, are you cold? Your legs feel a bit chilly."
"I'm fine... it might be because I lost too much blood, so they're a bit cold." Xinying was feeling a bit better today than yesterday.
Now that Yan Ye was by her side, she felt even warmer in her heart.
Yan Ye was still worried and took another thin quilt to cover her properly.
After tucking her in, Yan Ye's deep gaze fixed unblinkingly on Xinying.
Xinying's heartbeat was thrown into disarray under his gaze.
