Xiao Hanzheng looked a little helpless.
"Can I trouble you for another favor?"
Shi Qingluo looked at him. "Hmm?"
She heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.
Xiao Hanzheng said weakly, "Can you help me up? I want to sit up."
"Sure!" Shi Qingluo stood up and walked over.
She pulled Xiao Hanzheng's arm, but she did not manage to drag him up.
She knew that this fellow had been unconscious for so long, and he had not eaten yet.
He could not undergo nutrition injections every day like in the modern era, so his body must be weak.
Thus, she bent down and supported Xiao Hanzheng's back, lifted his upper body and moved him back.
Xiao Hanzheng's body stiffened again in her arms.
Didn't this woman feel shy?
After moving him in the right position, Shi Qingluo let go of Xiao Hanzheng and stuffed a pillow behind his back. "It's done."
"Thank you!" Xiao Hanzheng's expression was a little unnatural.
