Pei Zhan spoke with utmost sincerity.
Fu Zhen glanced at him with a hint of disdain, her heart already scoffing.
"So now you're going to tell me you need to stay and take care of him?"
"After all, I was brothers with his father through life and death. I can't trust this to anyone else, it's better if I handle it personally." Pei Zhan said, sitting down by the couch.
He then instructed the maid at the door, "Go bring my quilt over, don't let Brother Xuan catch a cold."
The maid, who was part of the dowry, promptly went to do as told.
Fu Zhen remained calm, "And what about you? Where will you sleep?"
"I don't mind, I can sit here all night. But if you pity me, and are willing to spare me a footrest to sleep on, I'd be very grateful."
Fu Zhen glared at him, "No one sleeps beside my bed!"
With that, she turned and went back to her own canopy bed.
Deadbeat!
