Crush

Su Yu immediately quieted down, obediently leaving the thermometer in his mouth. He sometimes wondered if Huo Mian came to this earth to reign hell over him.

Why was he capable of flicking and dismissing other women, yet all his temper would disappear in front of her?

Did she drug him? Or maybe this woman performed some kind of black magic on him?

Huo Mian pulled up a chair and sat down by his bed, waiting to take his thermometer out.

Every once in a while, Su Yu would sneak a glance at her…

Huo Mian's head was down, as she was diligently filling out the report.

Su Yu picked up his phone, quietly turned on his camera, and turned off the sound of the shutter.

"Huo Mian."

"Mhm?" Huo Mian looked up without thinking.

He snatched a photo of her; it was dark outside, so the lighting wasn't good and the photo was a little blurry.

However, he could still clearly see her delicate features.