"Mm-hmm, that’s best. If anything happened to you, well... Kexin and the others wouldn’t know what to do." Wang Jingman’s face suddenly flushed, and her eyes avoided Chen Yang’s gaze.
She originally wanted to say herself, but suddenly changed it to Wu Kexin.
Hearing this, Chen Yang felt a mix of happiness and a slight pause.
When did Wang Jingman find out about him and Kexin?
Was it obvious, or did soone tell her?
Chen Yang was quite surprised and didn’t expect Wang Jingman to say sothing like this all of a sudden.
Knock knock.
"Hello sir, your food has arrived. Please open the door to receive it."
Just as the room was getting slightly awkward, the sound of the room service delivering their al ca from outside the door.
The timing of the food’s arrival was just right—not too early, not too late.
"Chen Yang, stay put. I’ll get it."
Seeing Chen Yang start to get up, Wang Jingman quickly gestured for him to sit back down and then hurried to the door to bring in the food the hotel staff had delivered.
It was just the two of them, and Chen Yang originally thought they would just order sothing simple to satisfy their hunger.
Much to his surprise, Wang Jingman ca in carrying two large bags.
Once laid out on the table, dozens of dishes, both large and small, were revealed.
Among them were expensive seafood dishes like lobster and abalone.
Chen Yang was dumbfounded. This order, ant to be a casual al, was even more extravagant than dining out.
"Why did you order so much? Can the two of us really finish all this?" Chen Yang asked, wide-eyed as he looked at Wang Jingman.
With a natural expression, Wang Jingman replied, "I thought since you lost so much blood earlier, you should eat a little extra to replenish. There’s a bit of everything here; try so of each. It’s okay to waste so, the main thing is to recuperate."
As she spoke, Wang Jingman started unwrapping the packages, and when she ca to a bowl of chicken, she handed it to Chen Yang.
"Here, this is a special red date chicken soup I ordered for you. It’s good for building blood. Eat more," Wang Jingman said.
Watching her act this way, Chen Yang felt touched yet amused at the sa ti.
Wang Jingman, the brilliant dical professional, had turned into just another person mistakenly trying to cure everything through excessive indulgence?
"Doctor Wang, doesn’t convalescence happen gradually? This random feast you’ve ordered might make ill instead," Chen Yang said, half-laughing and half-crying.
Hearing this, a slight blush spread across Wang Jingman’s face. She shook her head without saying anything further.
Chen Yang let out a little chuckle and didn’t continue the conversation, instead picking up his chopsticks to start eating.
Though there was a lot on the table, Chen Yang thought to himself that he ought to eat more as it was Wang Jingman’s thoughtful gesture.
However, after making a round through the dishes, he was full.
And yet the table barely reflected any dent in the spread, leading to a rather awkward mont.
"Why did you stop eating? Are you full?" Wang Jingman asked as she noticed Chen Yang putting down his chopsticks.
Embarrassed, Chen Yang smiled and waved his hand, "No, I can still eat."
"Then have so more. Try this; it’s quite good."
...
As Chen Yang didn’t admit to being full, Wang Jingman sincerely believed he wasn’t and kept helping him with more food.
Chen Yang found himself in a predicant but could only grit his teeth and continue eating.
Finally, when he really couldn’t eat another bite, he stopped.
"I’m full; I can’t have any more."
He quickly declared.
Hearing this, Wang Jingman ceased her efforts to serve him more food and thoughtfully poured him a glass of water.
"Then have so water first. I’ll tidy this up; the room’s beginning to sll," Wang Jingman said as she got up to clean.
Chen Yang lay down on the sofa and took a sip of the water Wang Jingman poured for him.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Chen Yang rested for a while.
Around eleven o’clock at night, Chen Yang thought of leaving.
But Wang Jingman would not let him go, citing the simple reason that he had been shot and could face any unexpected complications at any ti.
For the sake of safety, he had to stay in the room.
Understanding her concern, which wasn’t without logic, Chen Yang found himself unable to argue further and agreed to stay.
However, the issue of where to sleep beca a significant problem.
Wang Jingman suggested that since he was the patient, he should take the bed while she slept on the sofa.
Touched by the proposal, Chen Yang was hesitant to accept it.
How could he let a woman sleep on a sofa? That would be utterly ungallant.
Yet, with his injuries, sleeping on a sofa didn’t seem appropriate either, so he suggested that neither of them sleep and instead, they could stay up watching movies together on the sofa.
The suggestion was well-received, as Wang Jingman wasn’t keen on sleeping anyway, and she readily agreed.
As a result, they turned off the room lights and started watching various movies together in the room.
Though they initially sat sowhat apart, their distance gradually lessened over ti until they were side by side.
As the atmosphere ripened, Chen Yang took advantage and draped an arm around Wang Jingman.
She didn’t resist, nestling naturally into Chen Yang’s embrace, and the two leaned closely against one another.
....
While nothing else happened that night, their relationship surely ward and grew significantly closer.
Despite their plan to stay awake, at so point, lulled by the screen, they ended up falling asleep together.
The sofa might as well have been a bed, with the two of them lying straight.
Chen Yang lay inside while Wang Jingman nestled in his arms.
Co morning, they awoke at the sa ti.
When Wang Jingman realized she was nestled in Chen Yang’s arms, her face flushed red down to her neck.
In a hurry, she got up and then suddenly noticed her stockings had sohow ended up with several holes.
Those holes seed less like accidental tears and more like deliberate ones.
There were only two people in the room, and the suspect wasn’t obvious?
Wang Jingman’s face turned an even deeper red, feeling ashad and angry, she found herself at a loss for words.
Eventually, she decided to freshen up in the bathroom first.
Chen Yang sat on the sofa, watching Wang Jingman leave in embarrassnt, feeling amused yet helpless.
Honestly, he was also clueless about how the stockings had been damaged.
Could last night have been more than a dream?
Chen Yang sat idly on the sofa for about ten minutes before Wang Jingman finally ca out of the bathroom.
She was wearing the sa clothes from the day before, but her sheer stockings were gone.
Exposing a pair of snowy, beautiful legs entirely.
Wang Jingman, who often wore stockings, suddenly appeared with bare white thighs, presenting another unique allure.
It made one want to reach out and touch, seeming incredibly smooth.
"Chen Yang, how’s your back feeling? Do you need to check it? If there are issues, you still need to visit the hospital." Wang Jingman’s face returned to normal as if she had suddenly forgotten the earlier embarrassnt.
"Sure, go ahead and check."
She didn’t bring it up, and naturally, Chen Yang wasn’t going to ntion it; he simply nodded, allowing her to examine the wound.
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