His Thank You
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CHAPTER 691
The bright morning light shone into the room, illuminating it with life and brightness. Seated at the end of the room, in a chair with her head resting on the chair, was a young lady.
On the bed, however, was a young man lying, face upwards, with both hands tucked underneath the covers.
"Hmm…" He stirred on the bed, before opening his eyes a little bit. "What… Where am I?"
His nostrils flared, as he took in a deep breath. The smell of fresh sheets and a clean room assaulted his nostrils pulling his sense back to reality.
Quickly, his eyes brightened and he scanned the room as he sat up. The second his eyes landed on her figure at the far corner of the room, a certain smile formed on his lips.
He tried to move his hand, and that was when he noticed the drip that was connected to it.
Narrowing his eyes around, he caught sight of a finished drip pack that sat on the bedside table and shook his head.