Ivy slowly opened her eyes when she heard the voices of people around her.
She hadn’t been relieved from the dim and tranced consciousness after drinking, the whole person looked listless, and she was about to close her eyes and rest for a while, the next second she would be completely drowsy.
...She was sitting on the stool in front of the bed in the infirmary, with Leo in her youth next to her.
And Ivy’s head rested impartially on his shoulders.
She straightened up straight, stretched out her hand and carefully rubbed Leo’s shoulders, and whispered in a guilty tone: “I’m sorry, sorry, how long have I slept? You must be very uncomfortable under pressure.”
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