Ji Mohan thought Yan Wan's eyes were full of disgust or fear towards him, but there was none of that. Her eyes were too clear and too clean, so clear and clean that one wanted to destroy them.

Ji Mohan frowned and asked in a hoarse voice, "I'm the one who's injured, why are you crying?"

Yan Wan stood up slightly and gently hugged Ji Mohan. "Ji Mohan, you must have been in a lot of pain when you were injured before." Her soft voice came from her arms as the sweet and gentle girl embraced her tightly.

Upon hearing Yan Wan's voice, Ji Mohan recalled the time he was injured in the past.

Does it hurt? Maybe! I don't know if it's because so much time has passed and I've forgotten, or if I've suffered too many injuries, but I can't tell which one hurt more.

Ji Mohan raised his hand and gently stroked Yan Wan's back, seemingly to comfort her.

"It doesn't hurt," the hoarse voice said softly.

"Liar, how could I not feel pain when I'm injured?" Yan Wan knew he was being stubborn and retorted fiercely.

"Then it hurts." Ji Mohan chuckled and stared at the top of Yan Wan's head.

Yan Wan thought she had pressed on his wound, so she quickly pulled away from his embrace and said anxiously, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Yan Wan picked up the candle and carefully examined it. She found that the wound was well bandaged and there was no bleeding. She breathed a sigh of relief and glared at him.

Ji Mohan looked at her fierce glare at him, finding it incredibly cute, and smiled at Yan Wan in a good mood. Yan Wan looked at his childish side, sighed, cleaned up the floor, and said in an annoyed tone, "You can sleep on the bed tonight, I'll sleep on the floor."

“No way, I’ll sleep on the floor, how can I let you sleep on the floor?” Ji Mohan retorted.

“But you’re a patient, you can’t sleep on the floor. What if you get a fever?” Yan Wan firmly refused.

“Then you can sleep on the bed too. The bed is big enough for two people.” Ji Mohan said, tilting his head, but his ears turned red quietly. However, because it was dark, Yan Wan did not notice.

Hearing Ji Mohan's suggestion, Yan Wan didn't hesitate and agreed. If he developed a fever that night, sleeping together would make it easier for her to notice and take care of him. Exhausted, Yan Wan had no time for romantic thoughts; she just wanted to rest. Ji Mohan's injury had worn her out.

Yan Wan found Ji Mohan's blanket at the bottom of the cabinet and gently covered him with it. She then climbed into bed, pulled her own blanket over herself, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Because there was someone else beside her, the sound of their breathing kept hitting Yan Wan's face, making her face turn red, and Yan Wan was unable to fall asleep for a while.

Ji Mohan felt the same way. He heard his little daughter's soft breathing beside him. It was the first time in so many years that a woman was lying next to him. Her fragrance lingered around Ji Mohan's nose, making him feel hot and uncomfortable in certain parts of his body.

Yan Wan felt a little embarrassed, so she turned around gently, her back to Ji Mohan, and closed her eyes to sleep. Once she was asleep, she wouldn't feel embarrassed anymore. After some time, just as Yan Wan was drifting off to sleep, the person next to her asked, "Yan Wan, you still haven't told me why you were crying?"

Ji Mohan's voice rang out from the side. Yan Wan was still dazed and thought she had misheard, so she didn't answer his question.

"Yan Wan, why were you crying just now?" Ji Mohan asked again, unwilling to give up.

"Because I feel sorry for you," Yan Wan mumbled in her sleep, trying to shut up the person who kept disturbing her sleep.

"Oh," Ji Mohan responded, and then fell silent.

In fact, Ji Mohan had thought of many answers, but she hadn't considered that she felt sorry for herself, so she cried when she gave that answer.

Ji Mohan stared at the back of Yan Wan's head, gazing blankly for a long time, before suddenly chuckling softly.

Yan Wan was fast asleep, completely unaware that Ji Mohan was secretly laughing to himself in the middle of the night because of something she had said. If Yan Wan knew, she would definitely turn around and hug him.

Listening to Yan Wan's steady breathing, Ji Mohan felt a sense of peace. Since his mother's passing, no one had cared for him. His mother had been gone for so long that he had forgotten whether she had ever cared for him at all.

Ji Mohan thought, "She must be heartbroken. Every mother feels heartbroken for her child."

As Ji Mohan closed his eyes, preparing to rest, an uninvited guest appeared in his blanket. It turned out that Yan Wan had just turned over and stuck one of her legs into Ji Mohan's blanket. Ji Mohan got up to cover her with the blanket she had kicked off, ignored the leg that was stuck in his blanket, and went back to sleep.

A moment later, Yan Wan reached in with her small hand again. If it weren't for her steady breathing, Ji Mohan would have suspected that she was awake.

Ji Mohan turned around and fell asleep face to face with Yan Wan. Looking at Yan Wan's sweet sleeping face, Ji Mohan suddenly felt that living like this for the rest of his life might not be so bad.

Yan Wan moved her head slightly and leaned closer to Ji Mohan. Ji Mohan smiled, sighed, gently lifted his blanket, and slowly pulled Yan Wan into his arms. He then held Yan Wan contentedly and fell into a deep sleep.

If Uncle He saw Ji Mohan's smile, he would surely be surprised and say, "In all these years, this is the first time I've seen His Highness smile so happily."

As you know, Yan Wan likes to kick off the covers when she sleeps. If she sleeps alone, she will definitely catch a cold. You can understand that, right?

The next morning, the morning light shone on the sleeping couple in bed.

Yan Wan felt the sunlight was too dazzling, so she buried her head in Ji Mohan's chest, and Ji Mohan gently hugged Yan Wan back.

Yan Wan: That's not right!

Yan Wan suddenly woke up with a start. Something was wrong! There was a man next to her. Yan Wan immediately sat up and looked at the man who had been woken up by her sudden movement. Yan Wan said in a frightened voice, "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Your Highness, look carefully, this is my quilt." Ji Mohan's voice was a little hoarse in the morning. He looked at Yan Wan's bewildered expression with amusement.

"How...how did I end up in your bed?" Yan Wan's mind went blank, and she froze instantly.

Suddenly, as if she had just remembered something, she pointed at Ji Mohan and said, "Was it you? You... put me in your bed."

Before Yan Wan could finish speaking, Ji Mohan interrupted her with a smile, "Me? What about me? Why isn't Your Highness continuing?"

Yan Wan looked at Ji Mohan with a wary expression, thinking to herself, "It must be him, because this has never happened when I sleep alone in bed."

Ji Mohan immediately saw through Yan Wan's thoughts and deliberately said, "I remember that after the princess fell asleep last night, she groped me and threw herself into my arms."

As Ji Mohan spoke, he observed Yan Wan's expression, watching her gradually change from a determined look to one of doubt, and then stare at her hands with a look of utter disbelief, as if struck by lightning.

Yan Wan was starting to doubt herself. Had she really lost her temper last night and done those things to Ji Mohan that he had just mentioned?

Yan Wan, oh Yan Wan, really, how could you, how could you? Oh dear!

Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan, who had buried her head in the blanket and was filled with shame and indignation. His eyes were full of smiles, and he didn't tease her anymore, afraid that she wouldn't be able to accept it in time.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, I can't control myself when I'm asleep at night." Yan Wan's muffled voice came from under the covers, tinged with shame.

"It's alright. After last night, I found it very comfortable to sleep in each other's arms. Let's sleep together from now on!" Ji Mohan said, never one to shy away from a shocking statement.

If I had known it would be so comfortable to hold Yan Wan, I would never have slept on this crappy floor. But I managed to cut my losses in time.

After Ji Mohan finished speaking, he tidied himself up and left. He couldn't keep teasing Yan Wan, after all, women are easily embarrassed, so he gave Yan Wan space to adjust.

After Ji Mohan left, Yan Wan finally realized, "Huh?"

What did he just say?

after?

Sleep together?

sleep?