He wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, pushed his cutlery away, got up, and took up her back upstairs. "You aren't feeling well." He said to Xia Ling. "Go to sleep and take a rest. You'll be better at night. You can't eat so little at night because your body won't be able to stand it."
"I don't want to sleep." She said. She did not want to get on that bed because that bed always made her feel that Pei Ziheng was in control. Once she thought that the spot beside her on the bed was occupied by him, she would feel immense fear.
Pei Ziheng gazed at her weak stature which looked like a gust a wind could knock her down. "I'll get a doctor to check on you."
She continued to shake her head.
"If this continues, you have to take a nutrition shot." He said.
"I don't like injections."
