Even though they weren't technically alone, Qiao An glanced at Mu Zimo and still felt incredibly awkward.
"I'm all better now, but the nurse insisted I'm too frail. She was worried I'd faint again if I went home, so she made me stay overnight for observation. I really don't need anyone to stay with me..."
Before Qiao An could finish her explanation, Mu Zimo opened his eyes, raised a finger to his lips, and made a shushing gesture.
"It's late. Even if you're not resting, the other patients are. Go on, get back in bed."
Ignored like that, Qiao An was furious. But since she didn't dare throw a tantrum in the hospital, she could only lie back on her bed, fuming. She pulled out her phone and started silently scrolling through videos, pretending it was her form of protest.
Watching her pout, Mu Zimo's lips curled into a smile again.
'The Qiao An who always keeps her distance from everyone actually looks her age when she's throwing a fit. It's kind of cute.'
