"Where is this?"
"My room."
Lin Fu suddenly thought of something, hurriedly opened her Light Computer, and saw that the time displayed on her personal terminal was five days later.
She had been unconscious for so long.
Lin Fu stealthily glanced at Fu Xing and noticed that he had already closed his eyes as if he were about to sleep, his handsome and deep brows and eyes filled with an inexhaustible weariness.
Could he have been watching over her for so long?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible.
Lin Fu immediately dismissed the notion in her mind - how could someone be so foolish, to do such a stupid thing?
Especially someone like Fu Xing, who had calm and rationality etched into his very bones, a military man, a noble.
Even less likely.
But for some reason, even though she had dismissed the absurd conjecture in her heart, she felt a sweet sensation.
Perhaps this was what the ancients referred to as secret delight!
Truly pitifully stupid.
