"Are you hungry? Have some congee." Lin Yuehua placed the bird's nest porridge she had brought onto the bedside table next to him and smiled at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was indeed a bit hungry and said, "Thank you for the trouble."
Lin Yuehua laughed, "No need for thanks, we're good friends."
As she spoke, she leaned over, stretching out her hand carefully to help Ye Fan sit up in bed, making it easier to feed him the congee.
Worried about hurting Ye Fan, she moved very cautiously, bending her upper body close to Ye Fan. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, lightly falling on Ye Fan's face, neck, and chest.
As she helped him up, her hair brushed against Ye Fan's face and neck with her movements. Aside from the pleasant scent of her hair, Ye Fan felt a tickling sensation on his face and neck, causing him to involuntarily twist his neck.
