In this manner, Lu Meng bit her lip and forcibly helped him onto the bed to lie down.
A man over six feet tall lying on her pink bed—no matter how you look at it, it's awkward.
Especially since this man still has a weak, injured look, appearing like a fragile gentleman.
Lu Meng stood by the bedside, fidgeting with her index finger, nervously asking, "Do… do you want a blanket?"
"I'll do it myself." Song Yunchi pulled the blanket from behind him and covered himself.
He smiled slightly, "Did I scare you?"
"Not really." Not exactly scared, just worried she might have hurt his wound, which would make her feel incredibly guilty.
Lying on her girly bed, Song Yunchi's mood was somewhat buoyant.
If she weren't still there, Song Yunchi would have rolled around and hugged the blanket that carried her presence.
Unfortunately, Lu Meng stood by the bedside, unmoving, with no intention of leaving.
