Thus, in a VIP luxury hospital room, Feng Guang began her first time sharing a bed with Han Chen... no, it was sharing a room.

After Han Chen came out of the emergency room, he was in a coma. Feng Guang moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at his peaceful sleeping face for a long time before sighing wearily. She reached out and poked his face with her finger. "Han Chen, Han Chen, I told you not to deliberately mess with me. Look, even God couldn't bear to see you suffer anymore... But it seems like you've suffered a bit too much."

One can imagine that, given his condition at the time, if he had been alone or the ambulance had arrived a moment too late, he would likely have been on his way to meet his maker.

"Serves you right for not listening to the doctor! Now look what you've done! Not only are you in a sorry state, but you've also caused me a lot of stress. You better remember to pay me back my compensation for emotional distress." She propped her head up with one hand on the bed, her eyelids seeming to grow heavy. "How about buying me ice cream..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until finally her head tilted to the side and she lay down on the bed.

It was already quite late, and the worry she had just felt for him had taken a toll on her physical and mental strength. Now that she was finally at ease, she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Feng Guang woke up naturally. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the bed curtains drawn. She thought for a moment how considerate the nurses at this hospital were, knowing that people who wanted to sleep in wouldn't draw the curtains. Then, she realized that she wasn't lying on the bed, but rather sitting up. The confusion in her mind cleared up instantly, and she sat up abruptly.

A gentle voice came from the side, "Good morning, Miss Xia."

She turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man sitting next to her. He was leaning against the bed, holding a book that had already been turned several pages, and he was smiling at her.

She was certain that she was not only in the same bed as him, but also under the same blanket.

He said with a laugh, "Don't be nervous, I didn't do anything. I just carried Miss Xia to the bed because I was worried that she would feel uncomfortable if she slept on her stomach in the morning."

"Can you... carry me?" That was the key point she grasped.

He chuckled, "Miss Xia is very light."

A joyful smile appeared on his pale face, adding a touch of amazement, and the book in his hand added a scholarly air to it.

Feng Guang took a while to realize that the person was complimenting her on her lightness. She was happy, but pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that I was fat? And that I would have obesity?"

“Yesterday…” He paused for a moment, his eyes curving slightly, “Miss Xia is very good. Even if she were a little heavier, she would still be very good.”

Feng Guang was charmed by the smile in his eyes. She suddenly felt that it was impossible to dislike a man who spoke to people with such a gentle and kind expression. But she was also worried that he might have set some kind of trap to mess with her.

As she was struggling with her own thoughts, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and a middle-aged couple appeared in the doorway. However, they did not come in; instead, they stood there, staring blankly at the man and woman chatting on the bed.

Feng Guang realized, "Wait, wait a minute..."

He casually raised his hand and naturally smoothed her slightly messy hair, which had become disheveled from sleeping, before looking at the two people at the door and smiling, "Dad, Mom, good afternoon."