Ji Qishu tugged at the blanket, covering both of them. This feeling was wonderful. He asked softly, "Do you miss me?"
"Stop messing around. You're about to finish this bottle of IV fluid. The nurse will come in soon."
Ji Qishu was indifferent, "So what if she comes in? I'm Ji Qishu, holding my own woman; it's the natural order. Besides, if you check the newspapers or the internet now, everyone's talking about our rekindled romance. That little nurse might even be gossiping about when we'll get back together. I'm giving them evidence right now."
Chang Qinghua pushed him away, trying to get out of bed.
Ji Qishu erupted immediately, "If you dare get out of bed, I'll take you tonight! Don't think I'm joking. A woman who comes to me voluntarily—this young master won't let her go to waste. If I don't do it, people will ask me if I'm still a man!"
Chang Qinghua froze. She didn't want to provoke him right now, lest he move his arm and dislodge the IV needle.
