"Yan Sihan! Absolutely not!"
Lin Jiaojiao was placed on the couch. She knew that Yan Sihan was injured, and this... was the worst thing for his health. She just couldn't let it happen.
She reached out to push him away but feared she would touch his wound. For a moment, all she could do was say, "Yan Sihan, that's not what I meant."
"Good girl~" After raising her hands above her head and crossing them, he seized both of her hands with one hand.
"Yan Sihan... Husband... You can't..."
"Indeed, I can."
...
The next day.
By dawn, Lin Jiaojiao had no intention of getting up. She was genuinely worn out, and she did not want to get out of bed.
She wasn't exactly sure how long the commotion lasted last night. She had originally treated Yan Sihan as a patient, thinking that at most...
She had underestimated him.
It reminded her of what Yan Sihan had said to her: 'Even if I am weak, I can still make you stay in bed.'
