Earlier, Gu Qingcheng had said that her back hurt, and Huo Sicheng had gently massaged her waist with his big hands.
"Whether Mr. Zhao takes a break or not has nothing to do with you going to sleep."
Gu Qingcheng wasn't happy. "I just woke up, and you're going back to sleep? No, I can't sleep."
"Can't sleep?" Huo Sicheng led Gu Qingcheng toward the door. "I'll walk with you."
"Take a walk? I'm taking a walk in a wheelchair." Gu Qingcheng snorted. "And I'm warning you, don't take me to the sea of flowers. I won't let you take any medicine, and there won't be any flowers in the house in the future."
Huo Sicheng heard Gu Qingcheng's words, and there was a tinge of pity in his eyes.
Ever since Huo Xuan had used his little scheme to let Gu Qingcheng know that he was allergic to pollen, she had thrown away all the lilies of the valley in her bedroom. She couldn't even find a single one at home.
