Mo Qian would never let Ji Wei sleep on the sofa.
"The sofa's not an option." The man's tone was firm.
"But…"
"Sleep on the bed."
"You're the patient. How could I possibly squeeze onto the bed with you?" Ji Wei retorted.
"Then go back with Chen Ke," Mo Qian said, his expression serious.
Ji Wei fell silent, standing there with her head lowered, staring at her toes.
Chen Ke, standing at the door: "…"
This situation didn't seem very suitable for actually dragging the lady away, right?
The two of them remained in a standoff like that.
Eventually, it was Mo Qian who gave in first. He sat down by the bed and patted the spot beside him: "Come sit."
Ji Wei obediently walked over and sat down.
The man extended his well-defined fingers, lifted her chin, and stared intently into the defiance in her eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you?"
There was an unmistakable tenderness in his tone.
"As long as you don't make me go back, anything's fine," Ji Wei replied decisively.
