Lu Tingyan's voice was faint as he offered a weak smile. "Silly girl, I'm fine. Just a little tired."
Bai Su's heart ached for him all the more.
Lu Tingyan had always been a figure of omnipotence in her eyes—a master strategist, powerful and composed. When had he ever seemed so weak?
She cursed those old men for their incompetence under her breath as she wiped his neck and palms with alcohol to bring his temperature down.
Lu Tingyan said, "Susu, just hold me. If you hold me, it won't hurt anymore."
Just as Bai Su leaned in to kiss his forehead, a firm grip seized her waist. The world spun, and in an instant, she was pinned to the bed.
She blinked in confusion, staring up at Lu Tingyan. His expression was grim—a complete transformation from the man he'd been moments ago. "?"
Lu Tingyan ground his teeth as he stared at her. "Susu, did you have fun at Yan Qingya's bar?"
Bai Su met his ink-black gaze and belatedly realized the situation. 'This is bad,' she thought. "It's not…"
