Dispute in Room 059

  You should call me husband.

  Su San was gritting his teeth as he spoke, his sharp eyes staring at the little woman in front of him who seemed to be fearless, his heart full of helplessness.

  Third Uncle

  An Yan thought for a moment, seeming to understand, but then looked up and shouted "Third Uncle" in a clear voice.

  Su San was so angry that she almost choked and got an internal injury.

  He stretched out his hand, she was shocked and exclaimed: "You, you actually hit a woman!"

  An Yan was shocked, looking at Su San's outstretched hand, his eyes were filled with incredulity.

  Is this really "knowing the person but not knowing their heart, and that people can't be judged by appearance"? This man looks dignified in appearance, who would have thought he was a beast at heart? And to think he's a male chauvinist, and on top of that, he even hits women!

  Su San was so angry in his heart, he just wanted to point at her, how did it become hitting a woman.

  He Su San was ruthless when it came to killing enemies on the battlefield, but he also had his own principles, one of which was that he would never bully the elderly, women and children. But this little woman in front of him actually didn't understand him, thinking he would hit a woman. Was He Su San that kind of person?

  You woman, I don't want to hit you, Su San will absolutely not hit a woman.

  Su San's face turned furious, and each word was almost spat out from between her teeth.

  His expression stiffened and he also felt that his behavior just now was a bit too extreme, so he relaxed the tension on his face.

  The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, Su San looked at her quiet profile, and the fire in his heart was also slowly disappearing.

  An softly gazed at this moment, only then did she have time to think about other things. She asked Su San beside her, "How did you come back?"

  Upon hearing this, Su San's anger, which had just dissipated, suddenly surged up again.

  He asked this question with an expression that seemed like he didn't want him to come back. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his tone wasn't very good either.

  What's wrong, can't I come back?

  You can come back, of course you can.

  It doesn't make much difference anyway...

  She felt that Su San was very mysterious and must have a story behind him. However, these were not what she should be concerned about now; she should focus on the matters of the Bai family. As soon as she thought of the Bai family, she immediately recalled the events that had occurred before she fainted.

  What's up with Second Brother Bai An and Xiū Niáng?

  Because of the stimulation, I recalled those past events and was overwhelmed by the depression. At this moment, I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart. Not only did I not help, but I also made things worse.

  Bai An still lay silently in bed, and Xiū Niáng had lost a lot of weight over the past two days.

  Upon hearing Su San's response, An felt a pang in his heart and was filled with self-reproach. Xiū Niáng had been feeling unwell to begin with, and now that he had fainted in her chambers, she must be even more worried and anxious.

  I'll go take a look at them.

  She thought to herself and immediately got out of bed. She had already figured it out, all the so-called struggles and defenses had disappeared. At this moment, she could tell the Bai family that she would be able to cure White An's illness completely. As long as everyone gave her enough time, she could make White An recover completely.

  Because she was in too much of a hurry, she forgot the fact that she had been unconscious for a day and night. As soon as she stood up, she found her feet soft and weak, her body swaying, and she almost couldn't stand upright. It was also at this time that a strong arm stretched out and firmly grasped her waist.

  Sleep in one room?

  She suddenly lifted her head and met those pitch-black eyes, only to feel a sense of dizziness and a kind of calmness that came from nowhere.

  Thank you.

  Soft words spoken in a low tone, for having cried for too long, it's unavoidable that her voice is hoarse at this moment.

  Listening to these polite words of thanks, Su San felt an inexplicable desolation and helplessness in his heart, but he lightly curled the corners of his mouth and said: You're welcome.

  At this moment, An didn't notice Su's tone either, and her whole heart was thrown onto Second Brother Bai An and Xiū Niáng. After saying thank you, she steadied herself, turned around and walked out of the room.

  As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw many people standing at the entrance, including her mother's sister, older brother and his wife. Everyone was there except for her second older brother. Seeing this commotion and thinking about what had just happened, An Yan's face suddenly turned red, and she said in a low voice: "I'm fine, I just had a very long nightmare, and I made everyone worry."

  Wang heard that it was just a nightmare, and the heart she had been holding up finally put down. She went forward, pulled up An Yan's hand, and said with emotion: It's okay, it's okay. Just now I heard your crying, everyone was worried and came over. But seeing Su San inside, no one came in.

  Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, An Yan's ears suddenly turned a bit red. She seemed to have rushed into Su San's arms and cried earlier, so her aunt and others must have seen this scene, which is why they didn't come in.

  How's Second Brother now?

  A faint glance, and he immediately thought of Second Brother's matter, hastily asking a question.

  Upon hearing this, Wang's complexion immediately darkened and she said weakly: An'er is still lying in bed and hasn't spoken a word for the past two days.

  When Wang spoke, Xiūniáng, who was holding Qingge, slightly lowered her head. When ānyán glanced around, she seemed to have seen that Xiūniáng's eyes had reddened. Xiūniáng, a woman who was usually so strong, was also being tormented by this sudden disaster, like a fallen leaf in the wind, unable to find her place.

  A hint of guilt and unease crept up her chest, her voice was slightly hoarse with emotion, her eyes clear and fixed on Aunt Wang as she said: "Aunt, I'm ninety percent sure I can cure Second Brother's illness."

  Everyone present was shocked and lifted their heads.

  At first, An Yan had said that she knew a little about medicine, but at the time, no one had any hope. There was a feeling of treating a dead horse as if it were alive, because there really was no other way. After all, Bai An's illness was said to be incurable even by the famous doctors in the county, so how could An Yan, a woman from a boudoir, possibly do anything?

  At this moment, An Xun's affirmative tone made the Bai family stunned. If it were in the past, they would have just laughed it off. But now it was different, after these days of interaction, everyone understood An Xun and knew she was a person who kept her promises and wouldn't speak empty words. So when she said there was a 90% chance, it really meant there was a 90% chance.

  Aunt Wang was the first to react, she stretched out her hands and supported An Yan's two arms with a slight tremble. Her voice was filled with sobs and trembles, "Jin Xiu, is this true? Tell me, Aunt, is this true? Ninety percent, do you really have ninety percent confidence? Jin Xiu, don't say such things just to comfort us."

  No, I really have 90% confidence. Really, I guarantee that Second Brother's body can be helped by me to recover to its original state.

  Serious expression and tone, in those eyes as clear as lake water, there was a kind of reverence close to piety. It was for his grandmother, and also for the medical skills.

  The medical skills she had abandoned for many years, when picked up again, were surprisingly moving and brought a lump to her throat.

  Jin Xiu, your medical skills...

  Liu was hesitant, but ultimately couldn't resist the doubts in his heart, and asked softly.

  As soon as Mr. Liu spoke, everyone immediately fell silent.

  At this time, Su San happened to walk out of the room and also stopped in his tracks, looking at An Yan with a surprised and uncertain expression.

  His own little wife seemed mysterious too.

  Bai An's illness, he had also gone to see it, really thorny, even if put in the southern county, there is no famous doctor who dares to say that it will be cured. And at this moment, this little woman, actually said she has a 90% chance of success, which is almost a guarantee, a guarantee that Bai An's body can recover as before.

  She was lost in thought, wondering how to respond. After she woke up, her mind was clear and she had figured out the medical issues, no longer being stubborn. However, she hadn't thought of how to explain it to the Bai family.

  At this time, Bai suddenly stepped forward, grabbed An Yan's hand and smiled at Wang Shi and the others: "An Yan's medical skills are indeed extraordinary. In fact, An Yan had followed a famous doctor who was hidden from the world to study. However, I have always felt that it is not necessarily a good thing for a woman to know medicine. So, I never allowed her to say anything, nor did I allow her to take action. Therefore, she usually only treats minor illnesses and pains for people in the mansion. This time, An Er's matter was indeed my fault as her aunt.

  Bai said, seemingly truly remorseful, looking at Wang's eyes full of self-blame and guilt.

  At this time, Wang couldn't blame her anymore. She was deeply moved in her heart and said, "Don't say that, I can understand. It's me who should be grateful to you instead. If An'er's illness can really be cured, the old man will also rest in peace under the nine springs."

  When Wang spoke of Bai Qi, there were tears in his eyes, a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow.

  She inadvertently glanced at Bai, only to find that her hand was grasped by him, with a very strong grip. She suddenly looked up and met Bai's overly complex gaze, which contained regret, gratitude, longing, and pain.

  A pang in her heart, she knew that Bai Shi had thought of the original Tang Jin Xiu.

  The original Táng Jǐn Xiù may not be good enough, but after all, she is the daughter of Bái Shì. And ān Yán may be excellent, but in the end, she is just someone else's child. Pitiful are the hearts of parents under heaven, Bái Shì only wishes for a child to be safe and sound.

  An's eyes were moist, and he tightly grasped Bai Shi's hand with a backward grip, his gaze also filled with gratitude.

  Grateful for Mr. Bai's understanding and acceptance, the communication between them was all in silence.

  Su San's eyes flashed lightly, her mouth pursed tightly.

  His mind was racing quickly, recalling many details. There were the former Tang Jinxiu's willfulness and arbitrariness, and now An Yan's knowledge and reasonableness.

  A person's temperament can change, but their eyes are impossible to deceive. Nowadays, this woman's eyes are clear and unparalleled, with a strong and stubborn elegance in her calmness, which is something that the former Tang Jinxiu would never have possessed.

  And just now, the eye contact between the woman and Bai Shi was also full of sinister intentions.

  If this person wasn't actually Tang Jinxiu, then everything seemed to make sense.

  But where did the real Tang Jinxiu go, and how could there be two people in the world who are so similar that they can't be faulted?

  Su San's eyes hid a stormy weather, his mind quickly calculating. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the woman.

  The woman today is dressed in a cyan dress, elegant and unparalleled. A pair of deep eyes with ripples have the power to calm people's minds. The faint smile on her face has the power of spring breeze and rain.

  Time flies quietly, and things should be as they are.

  Su San's body shook slightly, if she wasn't Tang Jinxiu, then there was nothing between them...

  And if the original Tang Jinxiu were to come back, what would he do then?

  Su San fell into a deep melancholy, bowing her head from start to finish, thinking about the troubles in her heart.

  On this side, An Yan had already been pulled into Bai An's room by Wang Shi. The people of the White family now trusted An Yan extremely, so when An Yan and Bai Shi said that An Yan's medical skills were extraordinary, they believed it and didn't ask any further questions, completely accepting Bai Shi's argument.

  At this moment, An Yan sat on the edge of Bai An's bed, looking at Bai An who was facing away from everyone with his head buried in the pillow. An Yan's eyes were filled with guilt.

  Second brother, believe in Jinxiu, Jinxiu will definitely cure your illness.

  Bai An remained completely still, and Wang Shi and Xiū Niáng watched anxiously for a moment before they were about to rush forward, but then saw An Yan stretch out his hand and wave it lightly, indicating that they should wait.

  Wang and Xiuniang calmed down and quietly waited on one side.

  An Yan continued to say: I can understand the current mood of my second brother, but I cannot understand his current behavior. I know that my second brother is now very hurt and desperate in his heart, but at the same time, shouldn't he be more strongly motivated to fight back in such adversity?

  What fighting spirit? A man who can no longer get back up, what fighting spirit is there to speak of?

  Ambition, he has it in his heart, he wants to stand up again, he wants to outdo others, he wants to make those who hurt the Bai family pay a price through his own efforts. He had too many hopes in his heart, but when those hopes encountered cruel reality, they shattered instantly, leaving nothing behind.

  What if I could make you stand up again?

  Bai An didn't say anything, he must have not believed her words.

  He didn't mind, and continued to say: I have a 90% guarantee that I can cure you, but I need your cooperation. If you trust me, I will let you recover within three months. If you don't believe me, then I think you will regret it.

  The words are calm and peaceful, with a very flat tone, as if narrating the most ordinary fact, without any ups and downs in pitch.

  Bai An listened, but his heart was churning with shockwaves. His fingers were trembling slightly under the quilt, and his entire body was tense at this moment. His eyes also locked onto An Yan's calm and peaceful gaze, which were usually serious to a fault, but now filled with excitement and tension.

  Really?

  Bai An had never looked at his cousin like this before, the same cousin who used to be the source of his greatest dissatisfaction. Yet now she was the one bringing him all the hope he needed to keep living. This transformation didn't bring any burden to his heart, only endless hope.

  Nature.

  Looking at Bai An's eyes filled with trust and excitement, An Yan felt a softening in his heart, his face suddenly became gentle, and he burst into a warm smile, his tone also becoming much more natural and clear.

  I believe it.

  Bai An is also a simple two words, but it contains too many emotions and feelings that are hard to express.

  Two months, and two months later I will let you recover as before.

  An said these two months after careful consideration, she looked at Bai An's eyes with sincerity and seriousness.

  This is not only her first patient after her comeback but also a family member of hers.

  To her, the Bai family, although not related by blood, have already given and felt as much as if they were her own flesh and blood.

  Bai An didn't say a word, any words of gratitude seemed superfluous, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions, lingering and intense.

  An spoke to Bai An about some things while slowly getting up.

  You don't have to think too much, just rest well, and I'll come over again tomorrow morning to take your pulse.

  An said goodbye and walked out of Bai An's room, and his aunt Wang immediately followed him out.

  Brocade...

  Wang looked at An's calm and peaceful face, wanting to speak but hesitating, as if there was something she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to say.

  She stopped in her tracks, and there was no impatience in her calm eyes, she just stood quietly waiting for her aunt's words.

  Wang originally had some difficulty speaking, but at this moment, looking at An Yan's calm eyes that seemed like a lake, she suddenly felt as if she had been infected and said with some worry: Our White family is in such a situation now, and Bai An's illness must require many precious medicinal materials. This... As a mother... I don't want to make things difficult for you either... It's just...

  Mr. Wang stopped here.

  Although Mr. Wang's words were somewhat incoherent, yet one could still sense a pure and simple love for his son from them.

  An softly stretched out her hand to pull Wang's hand, holding it tightly, with a faint smile on her face, and even her eyes were slightly curved, containing a faint smile.

  Aunt, don't worry. Second brother's illness indeed requires some precious medicinal herbs, but those herbs are available on the mountain. When the time comes, I'll ask big brother to accompany me to pick them up, and as for other ordinary herbs, we can collect some and exchange them with the village doctor. So, aunt, don't worry about second brother's medicine, I have my own plan in mind.

  Wang looked at An Yan with a dazed expression, only feeling that the woman in front of him naturally exuded an air of confident elegance when speaking, making people unable to help but want to believe.

  Wang suddenly felt his eyes a bit sour, so he used the empty hand to cover his face with his sleeve and choked back tears, saying: "It's windy at night, and the sand got into my eyes." It's late, Jinxiu, you should also go back and rest early.

  After finishing speaking, Wang lightly withdrew her hand and quickly left with a covered face.

  An's words still lingered in the air, allowing the night to drizzle all over her. Although it was late at night and the moonlight had cooled down, An felt an inner fire burning within her. It was as if she had suddenly emerged from a cocoon like a butterfly, and suddenly saw this magnificent world, filled with joy and gratitude.

  And at this moment, she walked out of the gloom that had been in her heart for many years and saw the sincerity of the people around her. At this moment, her heart was filled with gratitude, and all she could think of was to spend a lifetime savoring it slowly and repaying it slowly.

  Su San slowly walked to the back of An Yan. He slightly narrowed his eyes, looking at her eyes with a hint of tears, and saw confusion, incomprehension, and a faint fear in them.

  He didn't actually want to know who she was, as long as he knew that the her standing in front of him was the person he wanted in his heart. He didn't care about her past, he just hoped that from now on, she would have him by her side for the rest of her life.

  An Yan seemed to have sensed his presence, and suddenly turned around, smiling at Su San: I know your identity is mysterious, and there must be many stories behind you. I don't want to know your story, nor will I interfere with you. I don't know why you came back, nor do I know why you started this marriage. All I want to say is that I won't interfere or investigate anything about you, the only requirement is that you must not have any actions or words that harm the Bai family. And if you continue to stay here, then let's play the role of a loving fake couple. If you want to leave, I won't say anything.

  If you want to leave, I won't have anything to say either.

  Every word and sentence of An Yan's words clearly entered Su San's ears, and even more so into his heart. Especially that last sentence, her departure, did she really not have any feelings at all?

  She had sprouted in his heart, taken root, while he, not to mention in her heart, seemed to have left no trace even in her life. The hand under the sleeve, unknowingly, slowly clenched into a fist, and in those eyes as black as jade, there were faintly swirling dark clouds. If anyone who knew him was present, they would certainly retreat in fear. Because this was usually how Su San looked when he was furious to the extreme, and once Su San was furious, the consequences were unthinkable.

  At this moment, in front of Su San, the one facing his anger was not anyone else, but An Yan. An Yan only felt a sudden chill all over her body, and looked at the man opposite her with some confusion.

  Does it seem like I'm angry?

  An Yan was somewhat uncertain, so she first reviewed herself in her heart, filtering through what she had just said, but found nothing wrong. She blinked her eyes in confusion, looking at the man opposite her who seemed to be in a state of furious rage.

  Are you angry?

  When he heard An Yan's words of doubt, Su San almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

  If it were an ordinary girl, she would have already asked with a timid and fearful tone: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" After saying this sentence, she should also show a pitiful and innocent expression.

  However, the woman in front of him had a puzzled expression, looking at him with strange eyes, as if he had done something strange!

  Su San felt suffocated in her heart, extremely angry, but couldn't do anything.

  He can no longer treat them like his former subordinates, drilling them into shape, nor can he treat them like the people close to him, with just a stern glance, he can make the other person tremble and fall silent.

  Nothing.

  Su San spat out two words, cold and detached, as if the sound of ice cracking could still be heard.

  An Yan naturally also heard the discontent in his words, and suddenly a strange thought arose in her mind. What would this rigid and cold man look like if he were infuriated to the point of internal injury?

  This answer was currently unknown, but in the very long months that followed, it became crystal clear.

  When a modern elegant and calm gold medal Chinese doctor encounters an ancient black-faced conservative older bachelor, is it the modern time-traveling woman who wins or the ancient conservative man who gets to suppress her?

  In the long years that followed, the two men engaged in round after round of rivalry, and today was just a small opening ceremony.

  Su San finished speaking without another word and turned around again with a carefree air, leaving An Yan only a cold and clear back view.

  An Yan watched Su San leave, helplessly blinked his eyes, then turned around and followed him out.

  When An Yan entered the room, he saw Su San sitting on the bed with a big knife.

  The first year of marriage, walked into the wrong room!

  An Yan immediately exited the room and stood at the door, she carefully examined it for a moment, and found that there was no mistake, this indeed belonged to her room. And Su San, wasn't he originally living in the storage room?

  The distant objects are clearly visible in the night, and have not disappeared.

  She walked back into the room with a puzzled expression and saw Su San sitting on the bed with an icy face, which was not unexpected.

  This is really not an illusion!

  An Yan looked at Su San sitting calmly on the bed, his face twitched uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth were also stiff with restraint.

  She took a few steps forward and came to Su San's front, after careful consideration in her heart, she said: Did you enter the wrong room?

  This is absolutely the wrong room, An Yan originally wanted to use a positive sentence, but was afraid of offending this man, so he changed to a more euphemistic way.

  In a corner where An Yan didn't notice, a faint smile flashed quickly across Su San's eyes.

  Nothing.

  His voice was as before, cold and calm, clean and concise, without any unnecessary words.

  An Yan's face stiffened upon hearing these two simple words, and he thought to himself, "Is he really not retaliating against the unpleasantness from earlier?"

  An Yan endured for a moment before speaking again: But you usually live in that room over there, don't you?

  He spoke while pointing his finger in the direction of a pile of miscellaneous objects in the distance.

  Su San followed An Yan's pointing direction and looked around, then her gaze fell on An Yan's fingers.

  Yes, so the fingers of a woman are this beautiful. Slender as scallions, clean and crystal clear, delicate and soft, under the faint candlelight, they also have a subtle warm color.

  An Yan suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, looked at Su San and found that he was staring at his fingers, and asked vigilantly: What are you looking at?

  Su San stood up straight and said seriously: I was just looking at the broken window paper behind you, and I was thinking about when to fix it.

  An Yan suddenly felt her cheeks heat up, and her fingers awkwardly hovered in mid-air.

  She changed her expression, turned around and looked at the window paper behind her, and indeed it was broken. This made her feel even more embarrassed, wondering if she had just been narrow-minded. When she turned back, she saw Su San sitting there with a serious expression.

  After a while, An Yan adjusted his mood and spoke again. Su San, this is my room, you should go to the storage room on the other side to sleep.

  This time there was no beating around the bush, but a straightforward and direct approach. An Yan felt that when speaking with Su San, one had to be direct, otherwise it would probably take until dawn to get to the point.

  Su San's face suddenly changed, the joy hidden in her eyes had not yet dissipated when it was already dispelled by An Yan's straightforward words.

  Su San's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and when he was unhappy, the cold air on his body couldn't be controlled, and it burst out with a whooshing sound. His eyes were also eerily calm, brewing a terrifying storm of turmoil within.

  She just stood there, opening a pair of elegant eyes, and looked at him lightly, without any reaction to his spiritual pressure.

  After a while, the room temperature dropped significantly. An Yan slowly opened his mouth and said: Su San, answer me.

  Su San raised his eyes and looked at the little woman in front of him, feeling a mix of surprise, delight, and discontent.

  Surprised by the little woman's fearlessness, delighted by her admirable courage, and resentful that she not only didn't care about him but also wasn't afraid of him.

  Aunt (mother's sister)

  What?

  An Wen couldn't help but raise his voice a little upon hearing Su San's response.

  What does "maternal aunt" mean? When did he even start calling his maternal aunt!

  And is this what Aunt Wang meant? Anwen weighed the possibility of Su San's words in her heart and found it highly likely.

  After all, compared to before, I have become more well-behaved and sensible, and I always show that I will live a good life in the future. So if I'm going to live a good life, why would I make my husband sleep in the storage room? An Yan's words were stuck in her throat for a moment, and her elegant eyes were filled with gloom.

  She looked at the man sitting there calmly and suddenly felt a lump in her chest.

  Is it really necessary to sleep with this man? To spend every night in the same space together from now on?

  Just thinking about it, An Yan felt stiff all over. This was really too hard to accept, especially when she caught a glimpse of Su San's square face out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, what was going on?

  She didn't just faint for a day and night, how did she wake up and it seemed like the whole sky had changed.

  Su San sat there, looking calm on the surface. In fact, he was also tense inside. Even his palms had a thin layer of sweat. This was previously unimaginable. The great Black-Faced God General, one day would actually be nervous and worried about a woman's feelings to the point of sweating in his palms. If this got out, it would shock the entire South County.

  An Yan had always been a calm and composed person, but at this moment, being under the same roof as this cold-faced man, she couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to lose control.

  She couldn't help but feel annoyed in her heart and paced back and forth inside the room.

  Those soft and hesitant footsteps sounded in Su San's ears, yet they seemed exceptionally beautiful.

  He didn't like seeing her always with a gentle and warm smile, nor did he like the polite and distant look she gave him. He liked to see that because of him, she showed an expression other than calmness. Even the look of regret at this moment was good.

  If it's troublesome, I'll go and talk to my aunt.

  Retreating in order to advance is sometimes the best policy.

  As expected, An Yan heard Su San's words and immediately looked at him with suspicion for a few moments. However, she didn't notice anything unusual, and her originally resistant heart had eased up a bit. Because her mind was calmer now, she could also sit down and think quietly.

  If Su San were to go to her aunt's room at this moment, who knows what Aunt and the Bai family would think. She really couldn't bear it, and the Bai family would suffer even more entanglements.

  The faces of all the Bai family members flashed through her mind one by one, and she suddenly felt heartbroken.

  In an instant, all the annoyance in her heart disappeared, leaving only a warm and gentle feeling.

  The annoyance and melancholy in her heart gradually faded away, and her complexion recovered its calmness. Her eyes flowed gently, quietly scrutinizing Su San. In her mind, she thought that although this Su San was a bit cold-blooded at ordinary times, he still had feelings and righteousness towards the White family. At least when Tang Jinxiu was being overbearing and willful, he silently did many things for the White family. When the White family fell into difficulties, he also lent a helping hand. She still remembered that when she first arrived, he quietly went up the mountain to hunt a deer, bringing a glimmer of hope to the struggling White family. Such a man, An Yan was willing to believe that his heart was kind and sincere, and would not harbor evil intentions.

  Her gaze withdrew from him and fell lightly on the ground.

  Although it is summer now, it has also entered the end of summer, and the weather at night is still a bit cool.

  Su San sat quietly there, seemingly indifferent, but in fact his attention was fully concentrated, secretly observing An Yan's every move.

  He looked at her relaxed expression and knew in his heart that she had already agreed to share a room with him. However, whether they would share a bed was still up for discussion.

  His heart suddenly felt like it was racing, and he couldn't help but scold himself for being so weak. It's just a small problem, why did he get so tense? Although his mind told him this, as soon as he thought about the possibility of sleeping together with her, his heart quietly ignited with an uncontrollable flame.

  After a fierce struggle in her heart, An softly opened her mouth and said: "Or should I sleep on the floor?"

  Su San suddenly lifted her head, and the excitement in the depths of her eyes still remained.

  An didn't do this to retreat in advance, but felt that letting Su San sleep on the floor was somewhat unfair to her. After all, she didn't necessarily have to sleep in this room, but having two people who weren't very familiar with each other share a bed was still something she couldn't accept.

  So after thinking about it, she finally decided to put up with it. Although her body was a bit weak, she was a doctor after all, and she could slowly nurse herself back to health later on; at least she had that much confidence in herself.

  Su San felt that his originally passionate heart was suddenly drenched with a basin of cold water, making him feel chilled to the bone. He was heartbroken and indignant, but ultimately could only let out a helpless sigh in his heart. Who made him heartbroken? So he had no choice but to say in a cold tone: I'll sleep on the floor, I'm a man, how can I let a woman sleep on the floor?