Quan Jingwu set down the documents in his hand, took the small bowl she was holding, and pulled her to sit on the sofa.
"No need to rush anymore, you didn't sleep well last night. Rest for a while." Quan Jingwu gently stroked her long hair, his deep eyes full of indulging tenderness.
Jian Qing curved her lips into a smile and reached out to touch his forehead, "Let me feel if your fever has gone."
"The fever broke a while ago, no need to worry." Quan Jingwu bowed his head, and his sharp nose rubbed against hers affectionately.
"Then drink your soup. I will rest afterwards," Jian Qing said.
"Okay."
When he heard she was willing to rest, Quan Jingwu immediately began drinking the soup.
"After finishing, you should rest."
He put down the bowl, looking at her urgingly.
Jian Qing chuckled helplessly, letting herself fall onto the couch, resting her head on his lap, closing her eyes, all in one swift action.
