Jia Molei sat by He Juan's bedside, his thoughts wandering as he observed the sleeping man.
Perhaps sensing the heated gaze on him, He Juan's brows twitched and his eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing silver orbs that gradually focused on Jia Molei's figure who was shrouded in darkness. Then he managed a faint, haggard smile and murmured, "Doctor Jia…"
What the hell are you smiling at?! Jia Molei fumed internally, though he still moved to pick up a cup of water from the nightstand and push the straw into He Juan's mouth, allowing the man to take a few sips to moisten his parched throat. "It's only been three hours," he grumbled. "You should have slept longer."
"It's okay," He Juan released a light exhale and closed his eyes. "Three hours is already good."
