Weilan buried her face in the pillow and didn't speak for a long time.
Lu Hechen knew Weilan was thin-skinned, after all, she was a girl, not as thick-skinned as a man.
He gently patted her, and Weilan stiffened. At times like this, she didn't want to talk because speaking might reveal her nervousness.
Burying herself in the quilt, her muffled voice came through, "Can you not be here with me?"
Hearing Weilan's voice, Lu Hechen couldn't help but laugh, but reality didn't allow it. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "If I'm not here, where else would I go? Do you really want me to leave? Are you being sincere?"
Weilan was taken aback, feeling a bit contradictory.
Of course not.
It's just that she didn't know what to do right now.
Weilan was going crazy inside, but she didn't dare move, afraid of hurting his wound.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you agreeing." He continued in a teasing tone.
"Stop talking," Weilan shouted softly.
