It felt as if she had been in a deep sleep for a century. When Qiao An woke up, her eyelids felt heavy, and her head was dizzy.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw the man sitting by her bedside. His gaze, filled with bloodshot veins, was fixed on her with concern.
"You're awake?"
His voice was slightly hoarse as he held her hand, then slowly released it.
Qiao An tried to sit up, but before her body could lift, his long arms extended and carefully scooped her up.
"How long did I sleep?"
Instinctively, Qiao An felt she had been asleep for a long time.
"Not long, just six hours," he replied.
"Six hours?" Qiao An clearly didn't believe him. She felt as if she had slept for an eternity and her whole body was weak and drained.
She couldn't muster a shred of strength.
Mu Jingxi raised his wrist to glance at his watch and then brought it over to her, letting her see for herself.
Qiao An pouted, "Alright, fine."
