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An Hao's heart was beating extremely fast. He took a deep breath and patted his shoulder with his free hand as he consoled him, "Don't be afraid, it's me. Let go of me."

It was unknown if it was because he heard her voice, but Lin Lang's expression relaxed and held her hand tightly in his heart. He tilted his head and fell back into sleep, muttering something.

An Hao tugged at his hands, wanting to struggle free from his grasp. However, he clenched it tighter and tighter, and his brows wrinkled once again, as he muttered: "Mom …"

An Hao was immediately stunned, and only now did he realize that the entire time, he had only muttered this word.

"Mom …"

It seemed that no matter how old a man or woman was, as long as they were injured, they would subconsciously look for their mother. An Hao suddenly felt his heart ache, he stood at the bedside blankly for a moment, then imitated his grandmother's actions of pacifying her and leaned against the headboard, extending his free arm to embrace her. He lightly patted his shoulder and hummed an unknown tune.

Lin Lang gradually calmed down, but he still held onto her hand without letting go. allowing himself to be grabbed, An Hao closed his eyes a little, and his humming voice also became softer and softer.

When Lin Lang woke up from his stupor, he felt a warm breath continuously spraying onto his own cochlea, causing every nerve in his body to clamor with heat.

He frowned, and turned his head slightly to see An Hao's face close to the side of his head. It should be because she was very tired, she was sleeping soundly, one of her arms was still on his body, and she would occasionally shake a little, and point a finger at his shoulder, as if telling him silently that she was still here.

Although his consciousness had been somewhat blurry the night before, he still remembered some things, such as the hand that kept pressing down on his forehead to test the temperature, the grumbling in his ear when she helped him wipe his body, the gentleness when she held him in her arms, and the unknown melody.

These scenes were etched into his mind and would not go away. Since he was young, whether he was sick or had a cold, no one had taken care of him throughout the night.

Lin Lang subconsciously took a light breath, as he squinted his eyes to look at the face in front of him.

Actually, An Hao's appearance wasn't particularly stunning. With a small face the size of a palm and tender fair skin, the more she smiled, the more comfortable her eyes became. The more she looked, the more she felt that she was very cute.

Lin Lang couldn't help but extend his index finger to picture her appearance. Suddenly, he remembered the scene when he first saw her. She was lying on his bed, staring at him with a pair of misty eyes.

He thought she was going to say something, but after a while, she suddenly smiled, her curvy face was especially pleasing to the eyes, making him, who originally wanted to throw her out, sit down on the edge of the bed, giving her the chance to throw herself into his arms.

At that time, he was still rather interested in her and even wanted to take responsibility for what happened that night. However, he didn't expect that the next day, he would accidentally find out that she had already been verified with someone else.

Perhaps because he felt the itch between his brows, An Hao frowned and rubbed his head with his eyes, a few dishonest strands of hair landed on Lin Lang's face, causing his skin to itch, as though the itch had always been on his heart, and the heat in his body became even more intense.

If he were to continue sleeping like this, it was very likely that something big would happen.