Junzhu chuckled lowly, "I'm not a pig."
"How are you not a pig?" Xingbei said, "Aren't you Gu the Pig?"
Junzhu: "..."
"Alright, alright," Xingbei laughed, "I won't tease a sick person. It's because you're ill, and patients need to rest more."
As she was speaking, the door was knocked, and Gu Chi brought some porridge over.
He forced Junzhu to drink an entire bowl of porridge, then forced him to sleep.
Junzhu was quite reluctant to sleep, but once he actually closed his eyes, he quickly fell asleep again.
Because of Qiao Yi's death, he hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights.
Last night, his old injuries flared up, which had drained a great deal of his physical and mental strength.
The double consumption had severely overdrawn both his physical and mental energy.
He was exhausted.
Once he fell asleep, it was for the whole night.
