Chen Rou reached out, but instead of pulling Nie Zhao up, he counter-pulled her toward himself.
At the same time, his other hand adjusted the bed, shooting the headboard sharply upward as he was pushed into a sitting position.
Everything happened in a flash. Chen Rou's nose almost poked his eye socket; his long, dense eyelashes brushed against her brows, and a heat carrying the scent of medicine swept across her face like a caterpillar tickling her skin.
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