Xia Yihan wanted to struggle hard, but he was afraid of pulling his wound.

It's impossible for her to try to pull her hand out of his big hand.

"You can't do that, sleep in my room. What's that? Please get up quickly!" Xia Yihan is anxious. He doesn't know what to say.

"How often do we sleep together?" He retorted playfully.

"No, that's when you ordered me to go to your room on night shift. I went there, not to sleep together."

"You mean, if it's in my room and I order you, you're going to sleep with me?" He didn't let go, as if he were amused with...