At that moment, Zoey suddenly opened her eyes and reached out to grab Russell’s arm.
"Zoey, you…"
Her voice was hoarse. "Why are you here?"
Russell’s expression was serious. "I came to check if you kicked off the blanket, but I didn’t expect you to have a fever."
Zoey adjusted her clothes and leaned against the headboard with a mischievous smile. "Liar! You just wanted to take advantage of me, didn’t you? You miss me, right? You can’t sleep without me, can you?"
"Yes." Russell admitted directly. He suddenly stood up from his wheelchair, surprising her as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Zoey was completely taken aback by his sudden movement, exposing herself. "You, what are you doing?"
Russell grabbed her chin and looked at her with certainty. "You are Dr. Z."
It wasn’t a question—it was a stat……
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