How could he need someone to support him? He wasn't even sick...
Yet inexplicably, he allowed her to help him to the bedside, then obediently lay down like a patient.
She considerately covered him with a blanket and said to him, "Wait here for me."
Then she was about to leave.
He suddenly reached out and clamped her wrist...
She looked at him somewhat confused.
"Stay here," he heard himself say in a slightly hoarse voice.
"I'm just going to get some water."
"Stay here!" he repeated.
"...Okay." Sheng Qingxue thought for a moment and didn't argue with him, after all, he was a patient, and sick people were always more vulnerable; maybe they wanted company, or maybe it's easier for them to act spoiled...
Gong Beitang's pupils dilated slightly, seeing her actually sit beside the bed.
What does this mean?
Was she not going to sleep?
Don't tell him she was going to stay up watching over him.
The guilt of pretending to be sick surged up momentarily...
