He wasn't really crippled, so yes, he could feel her touch–including her soft palms against his thighs.
"A little." He kept his voice indifferent.
"Really? That's great." Tang Qiu was elated; she hadn't been mistaken about her husband's chances of recovery after all. In her excitement, her grip tightened.
Jiang Shaocheng couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up so she met his gaze. "Are you done reading? I believe you owe me something." He gestured to his lips.
She had promised him a kiss in the afternoon–and it was just the two of them now. She was about to oblige when there was a knock on the door.
It was Ke Liuyi, draped in a red nightgown with a glass of milk in hand.
Jiang Shaocheng's eyes narrowed at the interruption.
"For Shaocheng," Ke Liuyi explained. "To help him sleep."
