It was already two hours after Han Hengchuan's injury was taken care of.

After asking the servant to replace the quilt with a new one, Chu Ning put the unconscious Han Hengchuan on the bed.

Chu Ning said he wanted to stay to observe Han Hengchuan's condition, fearing that he would relapse at night, and did not agree to Han's father and mother to sleep in the next room.

Father and Mother Han looked at Chu Ning, who was leaning against the bed and looked indifferent, and left the room without saying a word, and closed the door intimately.

The light in the room is orange.

The room was very quiet at this time, so quiet that you could hear Han Hengchuan's undulating breathing.

Chu Ning sighed and tucked him in the corner, "What can I do if I don't go to the doctor if I am injured?"

She probably also knew what Han Hengchuan was thinking, but she also regretted that she hadn't noticed it.

"Ding Dong" Chu Ning's phone rang and turned it to silent.

[Lin Zimeng: Little Lemon, don't you really like that Prince Han? Don't feel anything about him? 】

When Chu Ning saw this sentence, she ignored the few messages that she sent in succession.

She also had to admit that she was not without feelings for Han Hengchuan.

I will be angry because a woman shows kindness to him. I don't like to see him and other people's intimate photos. I feel distressed and uncomfortable when he doesn't cherish his performance.

Chu Ning was stunned for a long time before sending news to Lin Zi.

[Chu Ning: How do you judge whether you like someone or not? 】

Lin Zimeng's eyes lit up and he typed quickly.

[Lin Zimeng: I like it because I don’t see him being with others, it will be uncomfortable, I like to see him smile, and will treat him special to other people of the opposite sex. 】

[Lin Zimeng: I will be very tolerant of everything he does. When I get close to him, my heart will bang and bang faster than usual. 】

[Lin Zimeng: Why do you ask, Xiao Lemon? Do you really like that Prince Han? 】

[Lin Zimeng: Then let me tell you, you have to hold him well. Well, there is no need to hold on, anyway, his heart is on you. 】

[Lin Zimeng: But you have to give him some reaction, otherwise, he will dislike you because of your indifference, and then get along with other women. 】

[Lin Zimeng: But, if he dares to be nice with other women, it must be because he doesn't like you enough, so don't do so. 】

[Lin Zimeng: But the charm of Prince Han is still quite big. I see that many of the famous people on Weibo are his ex-girlfriends, and he also sent Weibo to him to get reconciled. 】

[Lin Zimeng: Hey, but in my eyes, Little Lemon, you are the best. Those women are just a fraction of you, not worth mentioning. 】

...

Chu Ning read her messages one by one, but focused her thoughts on the first two messages she said.

Like it?

According to what she said like, then she should like it.

[Chu Ning: I'm asleep, good night. 】

After Lin Zi sprouted so many messages, Chu Ning only sent her one sentence, and after sending it, she went to the browser to search for the definition she liked.

The definition of love followed.

Looking at it, Chu Ning put the phone on the bedside table and retracted into the quilt.

"Han Hengchuan."

Chu Ning called her softly, looked at him for a long time, and couldn't help turning on the phone to take a picture of him.

Chu Ning curled her lower lip and put her arms around Han Hengchuan's waist: "I think I should like you."

The moon quietly crawled out of the window, leaving only a faint light in the corner of the room.

The house was quiet.