Qi Si had thought that with such a big boss lying beside him, he would not be able to sleep.
The truth was, he had indeed been nervous at first—so nervous that his body had stiffened, and he had not dared to move at all.
His nerves had been stretched taut as well, constantly paying attention to the movements beside him.
At first, Qi Si's heart had pounded so violently that he felt as though he might lose consciousness from his elevated heart rate at any moment.
Fortunately, he was already staying in a hospital. If anything really happened, he could be treated in time.
Yet under such extreme tension, Qi Si had somehow drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
And this sleep had not been filled with nightmares as Qi Si had imagined. Instead, he had slept deeply and peacefully.
Forget nightmares—he had not even had a single dream.
When he woke up the next morning, Qi Si opened his eyes and found himself curled up in Bo Yanqi's arms, held tightly by Bo Yanqi.
The two of them had slept entwined in an extremely intimate position.
When Qi Si had first woken up, his mind had still been foggy. Feeling himself wrapped in a familiar scent, he instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around Bo Yanqi's neck, pressing his cheek against Bo Yanqi's chest and rubbing against it lightly.
Ordinarily, that would not have been a difficult movement, but for Qi Si now, the motion tugged at his injured rib and jolted him fully awake with pain.
"Hiss!"
"Where does it hurt?" Bo Yanqi's tense voice sounded urgently beside his ear.
Qi Si lay flat, clutching his ribs as he sucked in a breath. "I pulled it—hiss!"
Hearing that, Bo Yanqi reached out and lifted Qi