"Not hungry at all?" Seeing that she truly had no appetite, Jian Tianlin asked.
Maomao nodded, "I had a full meal at night, really not hungry."
"Then if you get hungry remember to eat the food."
"Got it, never knew you could nag like this before," Maomao complained.
Upon hearing this, Jian Tianlin knocked her on the head in annoyance, "For whose sake do you think I'm here, ungrateful little thing."
"It's me, it's me, okay?" Maomao mumbled.
A small soft couch was beside the sickbed, and Maomao grabbed a blanket, intending to make do for the night.
"As usual, you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa," Jian Tianlin said softly, lifting the blanket.
"I'm not the patient here; if I want to sleep in a bed, I could just go home," Maomao pulled back her blanket and pushed him away, "Ouch, you go get some sleep."
Jian Tianlin talked himself dry, but Maomao simply wouldn't listen to him. In the end, he couldn't outstubborn her and had no choice but to give in.
