During dinner, Shi Li was listless. She looked at the table full of delicacies and tasted the duo's much-improved cooking, but she had no appetite.
"What's wrong?"
"Still not fully awake?" Bai Qingye noticed something was off with Shi Li. He reached out to feel her forehead, then leaned in closer to look at her eyes.
At that moment, Shi Li's eyes indeed still held a hint of drowsiness.
'That thing this afternoon really was a bit physically demanding.'
Bai Qingye felt a little guilty.
"But you still have to eat a full meal. You just woke up, so you need your nutrients. Eat up, then you can sleep some more." Bai Qingye didn't dare to speak too harshly. They had both gone too far, and if he courted death by saying something harsh now—even if it was for Shi Li's own good—he would probably earn himself one of Shi Li's withering glares.
Bai Qingye wasn't about to poke that hornet's nest.
