"Nyx, I’ve done as you asked, what are you planning to do?" Yun Ya hooked her lips into a smile, her fingers lightly tapping on the screen as she sent out a message swift as lightning. "Just wait and watch the good show." The other party wanted to say something more, but Yun Ya directly turned off the phone. She was very confident in Allen’s work. "Hey... isn’t that the girl who bumped into you last time?" Wen Xiu pointed to the beautiful and elegant girl on the garden bench. Lau Nana’s eyes darkened, her fists clenched secretly. The humiliation of being slapped last time was still fresh in her memory, and she hadn’t expected to run into her so soon again. Looking at the hospital gown she was wearing, Lau Nana smirked coldly, "Sick, are you?" The girl sat for a while before leaving, and Wen Xiu’s eyes fell on the doctor beside her. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Isn’t that Wei Qing? What’s she doing here?" Wei Qing graduated with them, and she was excellent in her studies, always ranking first in the class and a recipient of a full scholarship. She was quite a celebrity at school. However, it was said that her family was very poor, and Lau Nana never had much regard for such people. Discover more novels at ɴovelfire.net "I heard she got in as the top student of her major, doing an internship in cardiothoracic surgery, but how come she’s in a clinical ward?" Wen Xiu asked, puzzled. Lau Nana didn’t care where Wei Qing interned and instructed Wen Xiu, "Follow her and see which ward she stays in." Finally, when noon came around, Zhuang Xiyue went back to prepare chicken soup for her, leaving Yan Ke alone with her. Yan Ke glanced at the time, "It’s eleven fifty, Brother Yan should be here in another twenty minutes." Yun Ya casually flipped through a magazine, glanced at him upon hearing his words, "If you have things to do, you can leave first, I’ll be fine on my own." "How can I do that? If Brother Yan finds out, he will beat me up." Yun Ya laughed, "Does your brother often hit you?" Yan Ke pursed his lips, "If it were ancient times, he’d be a tyrant, having such a brother, I really must have been cursed in my past eight lifetimes." The door was kicked open with a loud "bang," scaring Yan Ke to leap up from his chair instantly. "Having a brother as dumb as a pig like you, I’m the one who must have been cursed in my past eight lifetimes." Accompanying the cold and chilling voice, a young man walked in carrying a schoolbag. "Ah well, since you’re here, Brother, I won’t be the third wheel anymore. I have plans with my classmates, so I’m heading out. Sister Yun Ya, goodbye..." No sooner had he finished speaking than he darted out the door. Yan Song hummed, "Good thing you’re quick on your feet, I’ll deal with you tonight." Yun Ya watched, astounded. Was Yan Song really that frightening? Look how scared Yan Ke is... Yan Song walked up to the bedside, his tall figure casting a looming presence. He lifted his hand to touch Yun Ya’s forehead, then compared it with his own. The temperature was normal, which made him sigh in relief. Yun Ya chuckled, "Brother Yan, I’m not feverish, why are you checking my temperature?" Yan Song slung his backpack onto the sofa, pulled over a chair to sit beside the bed, and casually picked up an apple. His slender fingers held a fruit knife, peeling the skin swiftly in circling motions. His expression was serious, and from Yun Ya’s angle, she could see the thick lashes on his eyes. He peeled the apple at an astonishing speed, and the peel didn’t break at all; soon, an apple was peeled. Yan Song handed the apple to her. Yun Ya looked at her left hand, wrapped up like a zongzi, and shook her head. Yan Song frowned slightly, disgusted, he grabbed a bowl from the table, placed the apple in it, and swiftly cut it into several slices. Yan Song used the knife tip to impale a small piece of apple and brought it to Yun Ya’s mouth, "Open up." Yun Ya obediently opened her mouth and bit off a piece of the apple. It was very sweet... her eyes squinting into slender lines as she smiled. "It’s sweet, Brother Yan, want to try a piece?" Yan Song pursed his lips, pricked a piece with the knife tip, and put it in his own mouth. After one bite, he finally realized something was amiss... The knife had been in Yun Ya’s mouth, her lips and tongue had touched it. But strangely, there was no sense of disgust; instead, he felt an indescribable fluttering in his heart. A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. "Brother Yan, the doctor said I can be discharged this afternoon," Yun Ya said while chewing on the apple. At her words, Yan Song uttered a soft "hm." "You’ll stay at my place for a while; let my mom take care of you." With a glance from Yan Song’s dark, piercing eyes, Yun Ya swallowed back her words. "Alright." She smiled with pursed lips. That smile was sweet and dreamy; Yan Song’s eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly bowed his head.