Yu Jingrong simply said, "I'm hungry!"
She almost devoured the small bowl of apple slices in a ravenous rush. Yu Jingrong shifted slightly and reached to move a pillow toward Li Chengyun.
Li Chengyun was a step ahead of her, taking the pillow, "I'll do it, just lie down properly, don't move around!"
Watching his caring and tender manner, Yu Jingrong's heart softened. She let Li Chengyun arrange the pillow and then he covered her with the duvet of the air-conditioned bed, lying down about two palm-widths away from her.
Seeing the distance between them, Yu Jingrong unconsciously furrowed her brows.
Li Chengyun, who had just lain down, noticed her frown and frowned too, "What's wrong?"
Yu Jingrong pouted, her voice soft and her throat a bit itchy, "Aren't you worried about falling off if you sleep on that side?"
Upon hearing her words, Li Chengyun rolled over, nearly half of his body on top of Yu Jingrong, yet he was extremely careful to avoid touching her wounds.
