Because of the large movement, there was a possibility it could cause the sickbed to emit a subtle noise.
Yan Huan's pupils constricted, and she quickly arched her waist to lift it off the bed, so that the force of tumbling over herself wouldn't push against the bed boards and make a strange noise.
"..."
Still quiet.
Outside the curtain.
An Le was caressing a rolodex, reproaching herself,
"That time, it was just Xiao Huan and me playing catch-me-if-you-can near the water in the park. He was 'it' but I could never outrun him, yet he always let me win. Looking back, I could still see his gentle smile toward me..."
Inside the curtain.
Yan Huan tensed her muscles, lying back down steadily on the bed.
Lying flat on his back made it hard to exert force, so he pushed Spencer slightly away, intending to turn slightly and sit up with support.
But as soon as he turned, Spencer grabbed his clothes tightly from behind like a wicked ghost.
