The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Upon hearing this, the assistant instantly returned to his senses.

He then bowed to them respectfully before retreating to start investigating.

After the hair-raising fight that they had gone through tonight, they were all utterly exhausted both mentally and physically.

As she watched the assistant leaving, Zheng Yan stood up to leave as well.

"You two are patients, you should rest. I'll get going now. Contact me if there's anything."

Nian Xiaomu hurriedly pulled her back. "Is it safe for you to be going back on your own? I'll get the bodyguard to take you back."

"I've already called my father and got him to send a driver to pick me up. After hearing that I got into an accident, he was pretty anxious too and will probably still be awake and waiting for me at home. Don't worry!"

Zheng Yan pinched her face slightly and felt that it was pretty nice to the touch. Just as she was about to pinch her further, Nian Xiaomu had retreated.

She started to wave goodbye to her.

"Go on then. You've pinched my face till it hurts already."

"…"

Zheng Yan responded, "Xiao Mumu, we have just gone through weal and woe together. In just a blink of an eye, you're not even allowing me to touch your face. I'm brokenhearted…"

Zheng Yan had yet to finish speaking when a sharp gaze landed on her.

The gaze was so sharp and chilly that it could almost rip her into pieces.

Towards Yu Yuehan's cold stare, Zheng Yan felt herself shiver.

"I was just joking, don't take it so seriously. I actually like men… err, I won't disturb the two of you anymore. Bye!"

Zheng Yan grabbed her bag and speedily turned to run out.

When she reached the door, she suddenly leaned against the frame and stopped.

She turned back to look at the two inside the ward.

"A friendly reminder that this is the hospital. If you two want to do anything embarrassing, please remember to close the door and take note of affecting others! But, given the state Young Master Han is in right now, you two probably can't do it right?"

"Get lost!"

Yu Yuehan raised one of his hands with a cushion in it making a gesture of throwing it towards her.

Zheng Yan had already slipped away so quickly that she was nowhere in sight.

Inside the ward, only the two who had escaped with a close shave, Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu, were left.

Nian Xiaomu took off her slippers and slowly crawled under the covers of the bed.

She then went right into Yu Yuehan's arms, resting against his uninjured shoulder as she hugged him.

Like a little kitten without any sense of security, her head continued to stroke against his shoulder.

Her smooth hair was becoming quite disheveled as she continued to do so.

It was a rather amusing sight.

Yet, it made one's heart utterly melt.

Yu Yuehan's heart was softened by her, but another part of him started to harden. With gritted teeth, he remarked, "Nian Xiaomu, I really want to comfort you seriously. But, if you start arousing me like that, I might not be able to do so."

Whack!

A hard slap landed on Yu Yuehan's chest.

"The doctor has said you need to rest properly and avoid strenuous activities."

Nian Xiaomu glared at him before slowly resting her head on his shoulder again.

With her long, black hair spread out over his firm shoulders, it looked like the perfect scene of a combination of masculinity and tenderness. It was a contrasting visual sight.

Yu Yuehan darted a glance at her and suggested, "Actually, I don't have to move. You can be the one moving."

"…"

Nian Xiaomu replied, "The doctor has also said that I need to relax and rest well. I wouldn't be able to get enough sleep if I have to sleep with you. Shall we sleep on separate beds?"

A moment after she spoke, an arm clung onto her waist.

Moreover, it was his injured arm.

His eyes met hers and his thin lips quivered slightly as he muttered, "Dream on!"

Just when Yu Yuehan thought she would burst into anger and jump up in the air to call him a shameless jerk, he suddenly realized that the person in his arms had become extremely quiet.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about?"