"No, no, no, I told him not to come." Lin Shu said turning to Fang Zhi, "You have lunch by yourself. I'll stay at the hospital to dine with Wenwen."
After he finished, Lin Shu feared Fang Zhi would be upset so he whispered to him, "Wenwen's injury hasn't healed yet. Once she's discharged, I'll come home every day to dine with you, okay?"
At first, Fang Zhi wasn't very happy with Lin Shu's words. But before that unhappiness could appear on his face, it was smoothed out by Lin Shu's whispered reassurance next to his ear.
"Okay." Fang Zhi smiled warmly, "I'll wait for you to come home for dinner."
As Yu Wenwen lay in bed, not exactly catching the two's conversation, she couldn't help but feel sour at their almost physically intimate posture.
"Alright, alright. If you two want to coo at each other, do it outside. Your sick friend here is about to be irritated with a headache." Yu Wenwen rudely began to send them away.
