Chapter 689 Morning Meal

• Lian Xinger gazed at Ming Sihan for what seemed like an eternity until his eyelashes fluttered and his shoulders shifted as if he was waking up. Only then did he settle back down, feigning sleep.
• Ming Sihan stretched leisurely, massaged his shoulders to alleviate the stiffness, and then rose from the chair.
• Noticing that the IV drip had been removed by the nurse, he approached and instinctively touched Lian Xinger's forehead before comparing it to his own.