Ling Can was kneeling completely naked.
Five minutes, ten minutes... Half an hour passed, and he was still kneeling there.
"Sigh!" Du Ruo finally softened, "Can, get up, I don't blame you."
Ling Can's eyes lit up, and he abruptly raised his head, "Really? Ruo Er, you're not angry anymore?"
"I'm not angry." Du Ruo said, "Your work isn't going smoothly, and I can't help you with much."
Ling Can got up. Kneeling for too long had numbed his legs, and he stumbled, falling onto the bed, but he was reluctant to press against Du Ruo, so he half-laid at the edge of the bed.
Du Ruo thought in a daze: Could there be any man in this world who treats her better than Ling Can?
Perhaps she shouldn't think about those illusions.
"Ruo Er, let's go for a test-tube baby! I want a child," Ling Can said.
