"Mr. Tang, I've left today's dose of medicine on the table for you. If you can't sleep, you can take one pill, but taking too many isn't good for your health. You should still try to force yourself to sleep if possible." The young nurse spoke softly, her tone brimming with helplessness.
Suddenly she noticed something move under the quilt. Upon closer inspection, Mr. Tang was holding something in his arms, encircling it as if it were a treasure, appearing to be a woman.
Tang Yan opened his eyes, his expression icy as he disdained her sudden intrusion into their private world.
The young nurse hurried out of the room as if fleeing, her cheeks flushed and panting.
This was too surprising.
Mr. Tang, always cold and proud, a no-go zone for strangers, was actually holding a woman in his arms. His expression was so tender, and when he saw her enter, he hugged the woman even tighter, as if afraid she would be taken away.
