A look of panic seemed to cross his face as he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Doesn't this bed come with a remote?" Di Xiaxia asked, sounding somewhat exasperated.
It was only then that he remembered. The hospital bed did indeed have a remote, to help the patient sit up more easily.
It seemed that her injury had thrown him off his usual game, causing his usually sharp mind to slow.
A hint of embarrassment passed over Di Mingzhe's handsome face, followed by a slight pinkish blush that crept up to his ears.
He looked into her beautiful black eyes, trying to explain, but seemed at a loss for words in her presence.
His scarlet lips lightly puckered as it occurred to him; perhaps she disliked the amount of physical contact between them?
This realization struck him like a blow, causing his hand to slip out from under her. Di Mingzhe turned his back to her, and handed her a cup of water from the side table. "Drink," he said.
