Xi Jiu immediately put on a look of concern.
He sat down beside the bed, carefully avoiding the wound on her head, and gently pressed his fingertips on the acupuncture points.
The man's massage was perfectly balanced in pressure, his technique remarkably skilled, making Ruan Qi so comfortable that her body completely relaxed.
She lay on the bed, lazily curled up like a small milk cat, sprawling out like a flattened cat pancake, softly humming in pleasure.
Simon, who had just walked into the outer area of the hospital room, stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sound.
Standing outside the door, his light amber eyes peered through the crack, looking at the little girl on the hospital bed.
In the three years they'd known each other, Simon had seen many sides of Ruan Qi.
Sweet, aloof, focused, cunning… but he had never seen her like this.
At this moment, the young woman was nestled in her blanket, completely relaxed, her face and eyes brimming with softness and adorable charm.
