Whenever Fu Qingli saw Shen Xi, whether she was smiling or frowning when she looked at him, she always had such wariness and aloofness in her eyes as if she was consciously trying to keep her distance from him.
She was like a little porcupine when she faced him with spikes all over her body. She was also very hostile towards him and hated him.
Shen Xi murmured in her sleep.
Fu Qingli quickly withdrew his gaze. The tenderness in his eyes disappeared and was once again covered by a sheet of ice. He returned to his unfriendly and ruthless self as he surveyed the room.
He was in a hospital and a multi-bed ward.
The environment was dirty, messy, and terrible.
The air was unbearable.
This was the first time the mighty Fu Qingli stayed in such a ward. As a germaphobe, he could not tolerate this environment and this hospital bed he was lying in. Fearing that he would wake the girl up, he lifted the covers from the other side and got out of bed.
