"In this case, it is probably sleepwalking caused by stress. As long as you relax, there will generally be no problem." The doctor explained.
Yan Han frowned and glanced at the person in his arms, not wanting to blame her.
After asking the housekeeper to send the doctor away, he ordered people to extinguish most of the lights in the main house again, and sat on the sofa with Song Xiang in his arms to relax.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms, dozing off with squinted eyes, looking up at him, "It's just sleepwalking."
Yan Han was silent, feeling irritable. He shouldn't have driven away all the servants in the main house before going to bed, let alone let her sleep alone. He originally wanted to give her some space, but unexpectedly it turned out to be self-defeating.
"Go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow." He said in a tone that did not allow for discussion.
Song Xiang wanted to say that there was no need, but she swallowed the words again. She could feel his fear, and it would be nice to have a checkup to reassure him.
Nothing to say to each other.
He wanted to ask her if she had anything to say to him so that he could share her pressure.
When she lowered her head for a moment, she found that she had closed her eyes.
Half asleep and half awake, my eyebrows are still full of sadness.
Forget it, don’t ask anymore.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Knowing that she had difficulty falling asleep, I didn't dare to hold her up, so I just huddled on the sofa with her.
The moonlight shone into the living room, and the people around him were breathing evenly and making extremely small sounds, but it made his heart settle down.
…
early morning
Song Xiang opened her eyes, her head hurt a little. After a long time, she realized that she was sleeping in the living room.
Turning his head slightly, he noticed the arm draped around his waist.
She was startled and found that Yan Han was sleeping on the carpet next to the sofa. Only her upper body was lying on the sofa, with one hand on her waist in a protective posture.
The tip of my nose felt sore and I didn't dare to move.
She raised her hand to straighten his hair, and subconsciously used her two hands to cover him from the sunlight that shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The next second, he felt the brush of hair on his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to clasp her wrist.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Song Xiang put down her hand, watched him frown and stretch his muscles, then shook his head, "No, it's just that my knee hurts a little."
Yan Han put one hand on the sofa and looked a little lower than her.
"How old are you? Still sleepwalking?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips and tried to be as relaxed as possible, "It's quite strange, I don't remember it at all."
Yan Han snorted, "If you go through this a few more times, we can be buried together in advance."
Song Xiang: "Ah?"
Yan Han: "You fell to death, but I was scared to death."
puff.
Song Xiang laughed out loud and felt better. He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub Yan Han's hair.
"Why didn't you call me?"
Having suffered all night downstairs, it was really difficult for such a fastidious person like him.
Yan Han stood up quickly while holding on to the sofa, leaned over and picked her up from the sofa together with the blanket.
"You are already asleep, how can I bear to wake you up again?"
Song Xiang felt sweet in her heart and leaned against him without moving.
Returning to the room, he checked her knee and said, "After breakfast, I will take you to the hospital."
Song Xiang grabbed his sleeve and shook his head, "I can go by myself. You leave two people for me. Don't go with me yourself."
How could he have so much free time? He would waste time on her every day.
When she was with him in the past, except for holidays and business trips, he would never be late every morning.
Recently, let alone being late, I have probably been absent countless times.
Yan Han stood in front of her, and you could guess what she was thinking from her expression.