The cold moonlight sprinkled on Yasmine's snow-white face through the window, showing an unrealistic sense of fantasy.
Josef was half kneeling and staring at her closely. His fingers gently stroked her face. He thought of her maintenance today, and his eyes flashed with tenderness.
After a while, he carefully put his hands under her neck and legs, and gently lifted her.
Yasmine still slept soundly. Her small face rubbed Josef's broad chest and whispered: "Josef, don't move your legs..."
She even thought about his legs in her sleep.
Josef smiled gently.
When he woke up that day, his legs really couldn't move. However, as his body gradually recovered, his legs gradually became conscious. Originally, his legs were still weak. After she massaged his legs tonight, he could feel the streng
