Mu Xiaocheng's feelings at this moment were indescribable.
The man looked so alluring, sexy, and captivating that she couldn't help but swallow.
His eyes were unfocused, and a faint light shone in his dark pupils.
His lips, which were originally bright red, were now even more sensual, making one want to touch them.
Ji Huaishen was already handsome and flawless, and with his alluring posture and expression now, it was impossible for most people to resist.
But she...
Mu Xiaocheng moved her lips slightly, looked up at him, and asked in a pleading tone, "Can I hug you?"
Upon hearing her words, Ji Huaishen's eyes darkened, and he reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.
He knew that she was already trying not to reject him.
She was just scared.
I can't take that step.
It's okay.
He would wait as long as she was there.
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The next day, Su Xiaoling learned that Song Yansheng had been hospitalized again, so she packed some things, grabbed her notebook, and ran to the hospital.
This trip isn't just about seeing Song Yansheng; I want to learn something.
Yang Pu, standing outside the ward, saw Su Xiaoling and knew she must have come to see his young master. He lowered his voice and said, "Goddess, the young master has already gone to sleep. Why don't you come another day?"
"Asleep?"
Su Xiaoling took off her mask, took out her notebook and pen, and said to Yang Pu, "That's perfect, I'll look for you."
Looking for me?
Yang Pu blinked, puzzled. What did the goddess want with him?
At this moment, Su Xiaoling opened her notebook, glanced at Yang Pu, and asked, "How old is your young master this year?"
"Twenty-seven," Yang Pu answered instinctively.
Due to the limited space, Su Xiaoling could only stick the notebook against the wall and then begin taking notes.
"Height, weight, bust, waist, hip measurements, and shoe size."
Upon hearing Su Xiaoling's question, Yang Pu suddenly realized that the goddess wanted to understand his young master in every way.
Thinking of this, he thought for a moment and replied, "Height 187cm, weight 60kg, I don't know my measurements."
Su Xiaoling glanced at him sideways, giving him a disdainful look: "You didn't know that? Aren't you his special assistant?"
Yang Pu shook his head: "I'm only responsible for the young master's daily life; these private matters..."
"Well, we'll wait for you to discover it later."
This seemed to please Su Xiaoling, who smiled and then pretended to be calm as she continued to ask.
Song Yansheng had already gone to sleep and taken her medicine, but her mind was still foggy and she was in a very bad mental state.
But I woke up after only a short time.
When I woke up, I heard two voices outside, deliberately lowered, talking. They sounded very familiar.
One of them is Yangpu, and the other...
Song Yansheng frowned slightly, got up, and opened the door.
Su Xiaoling, who was diligently taking notes, was taken aback when she saw Song Yansheng suddenly appear. She quietly put away her notebook and smiled at him.
"Young Master, why are you up? You only slept for a little while."
Yangpu asked with concern.
The young master hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, and the doctor advised that he needs to rest more to recover faster.
But why did the young master get up after only sleeping for a short while?
Song Yansheng glanced at him indifferently, her sickly pale face expressionless.
"You're too noisy."
His voice was hoarse due to his illness, which was heartbreaking to hear.
He glanced coldly at Su Xiaoling next to Yangpu, then turned and went back into the ward.
Su Xiaoling handed the notebook in her hand to Yang Pu: "You hold this for me for now."
After saying that, he followed them inside.
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