Han Zhuoli propped Lu Man up to sit. Lu Man still looked like a boneless lump of meat.
After she had eaten the candy, her throat felt cold and much better. Her voice sounded more normal.
However, it was so painful that even after she woke up, she did not want to move at all. Leaning on the pillow, she tilted her head lazily towards Han Zhuoli until it fell on his shoulder. "I don't want to get up. I don't want to move."
Lu Man pouted and said, "Lazy."
Han Zhuoli turned his head and kissed her lips a few times. "Then, are you hungry?"
"I don't feel hungry now but I might be later."
Lu Man raised her arm and placed it on her stomach.
Even the movement of raising her arm made Lu Man's arm extremely sore.
Just because of this, she did not want to get out of bed today.
Lu Man was thinking about it and said out loud, "I don't want to get out of bed today."
