He Mingxiao had his back to her, his legs slightly curled up in the blanket, looking rather pitiful.

It was only then that she suddenly remembered that the spare blanket was rather short, and He Mingxiao had long arms and legs...

Achoo!

There was another sound, and she could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice down so as not to disturb her.

Suddenly feeling a pang of guilt, Nan Xian bit her lip, trying to convince herself: Never mind, he's a patient after all...

"He Mingxiao."

He stiffened, turned to look at her somewhat awkwardly, and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Nan Xian awkwardly looked away. "No... come to bed and sleep."

He Mingxiao's eyes lit up, but then he thought of something and shook his head to refuse: "No, I'm afraid I'll give you my cold."

Nan Xian clicked her tongue impatiently and deliberately snapped at him, "Come up when I tell you to! What are you dawdling for? If you don't want to come up to sleep, go back to your own room. It's one or the other. Hurry up!"

He Mingxiao hesitated for two seconds, looking at her bed and then at the door, before finally choosing the former.

Several months later, the two shared a bed again.

Nan Xian didn't really understand what kind of feelings she had for He Mingxiao. In fact, she regretted agreeing to his request earlier.

I keep telling myself to stay away from He Mingxiao, but reality always manages to take the way I never expected...

She sighed inwardly, thinking she would definitely not be able to sleep tonight, but before long she unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

After she fell asleep, He Mingxiao slowly opened his eyes, turned to his side, pulled her into his arms, and gently kissed her forehead.

Good night, sweet dreams.