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It was hard to sleep that night.

To Song Jiayin, she might still be struggling with the painful Nightmare Terror. To Gong Yichen, he was even more worried about her body. Insomnia.

Even though Zheng Rui had already warned Gong Yichen not to waste his energy to stay by her side, he still rejected his suggestion.

Zheng Rui shook his head, sighing helplessly.

After interacting with Gong Yichen for such a long time, he had never seen Gong Yichen being so concerned about a woman before, to actually be willing to stay by Song Jiayin's side throughout the night.

This made Zheng Rui curious, who exactly was this Song Jiayin? He had never seen such a talent before. With a doubt in mind, Zheng Rui opened his mouth, but in the end, he still did not ask.

Seeing Gong Yichen's worried look, Zheng Rui did not want to disturb the two anymore, so he walked out of the sickroom.

Finally, only Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin were left in the ward. Compared to when he had just finished the operation, Song Jiayin's complexion was much better now.

A rosy colour appeared on her pale cheeks, and her lips returned to their cherry color. At some point, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead had disappeared, making her seem much better than before.

Gong Yichen stared at Song Jiayin's sleeping face from such a close distance and could not help but be gradually captivated by her gentle profile.

The feeling Song Jiayin gave him was completely different from the other women who had approached him before. It was like a white lotus blooming on a hot summer day, spotlessly pure and dazzling.

Such a Song Jiayin was able to take away his gaze in an instant.

Gong Yichen looked at Song Jiayin's slightly trembling eyelashes, and he, who was lying on the bedside, actually unknowingly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he found that Song Jiayin had also woken up.

"You're awake. Are you feeling better?" Gong Yichen sat up on the bed, stretching the muscles and bones of his neck.

Seeing that Gong Yichen had spent the night lying beside her bed, Song Jiayin couldn't help but feel touched. She nodded: "I feel much better now."

The pain in his stomach was no longer as excruciating as it had been the day before. It was only slight, but compared to the pain from the night before, when he was about to roll on the ground, it could be said to be minuscule.

But... He never thought that Gong Yichen would care about her so much.

Song Jiayin was a little surprised. After all, in her impression, Gong Yichen was not such a kind person, could it be … What secret did he have?

After waking up for a while, Song Jiayin felt his body shaking. His body had already recovered quite a bit, but for some reason, she felt a strange swelling in her stomach.

Although it was difficult to say it out loud, at this moment, she felt like farting.

She uneasily glanced at Gong Yichen, who was by the side acting as if nothing had happened, and wanted to say something out loud, but she forcibly swallowed the words back down her throat.

Seeing that she had something to say, Gong Yichen sighed: "Just say it."

"I... I think... "That … farting …" Song Jiayin lowered her head. No matter what she said, she would not look straight at Gong Yichen.

Without even thinking about it, Song Jiayin's face was completely red from embarrassment, as if she was about to bleed.

It was only then that Gong Yichen remembered that Zheng Rui had told him yesterday that Song Jiayin would need to exhaust air after the operation.

"Fine." The corner of Gong Yichen's mouth twitched helplessly. This was a little awkward for a man like him.

Holding his chin and thinking for a while, he said, "Then I'll go out and buy some breakfast."

After saying that, he looked at Song Jiayin worriedly, threw down the words "if there's anything I can ask Zheng Rui", and then left the ward.