Lu Jingang pursed his lips, listening to her tone that seemed to coax a child. It made him feel a bit unaccustomed and unnatural, but he was too embarrassed to show it. Keeping a cold face, he placed his leg on the sofa, adjusted the cushion, and lay down straight.
The blanket covering him was crooked and twisted. His left hand was on an IV, and his right hand had just been treated with medicine, making it difficult to move. So he turned his gaze to Mu Lezhu standing beside him.
Mu Lezhu noticed his gaze, made eye contact, and didn't immediately grasp the meaning in his eyes. She directly asked, "What's up? Anything else?"
"The blanket," Lu Jingang glanced at his two hands, heavily implying.
"Oh, sorry, didn't notice." She realized that the blanket was carelessly draped over his stomach and creased after seeing his hands resting on either side.
