She got up five times and walked gently into the bedroom to see if he was fine.
She wanted to see if he was lying on his side if he had pressed the wound and if he had covered the quilt well and if he felt pain and couldn't sleep.
But every time she went in, with the moonlight outside the window, she saw Finnley lying quietly.
Mya also noticed that the neat freak didn't mind the quilt she had used.
She was both surprised and moved.
She lay back on the sofa and covered herself with his quilt. Smelling the faint smell of his body, she also fell asleep.
Early in the morning, the sun rose from the clouds and shone brightly again.
When Finnley opened the door of the bedroom, he saw Mya standing in front of him. He was slightly stunned. The two of them looked at each other, and time seemed to have stopped.
"Thank you for helping me last night." The girl bowed to him and thanked him seriously.
Finnley didn't say anything. Maybe he was still in a daze. Did she stand there the whole night?
"Don't you really need to ask for a day off?" She was still worried.
The man looked away and said gently, "no need."
"I have cooked the noodles for you." She made a gesture of welcome and said like a maid, "please have a taste!"
Noodles again?
Finnley followed her to the dining chair and sat down. Soon, she came out of the kitchen with the noodles, which looked much better than the noodles she had cooked last night.
"I put oil, salt, and sparerib soup in it." She was very careful today as if this was her full-time job to take care of an injured person.
Finnley was relieved, with tenderness in his deep eyes. "Well, not bad. You are a good learner." It seemed that she had really tried her best.
Finnley ate the noodles, which made Mya very happy.
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