Shujun wasn't someone who couldn't endure hardship, but he had been worried sick about her previously, and now that he had finally seen her, his spoiled little temperament emerged.
In truth, it wasn't about being spoiled; it was just a ruse to gain sympathy, a desire to be pitied, to make her worry and fuss over him, and to find out how important he was to her heart.
Dong Huiying moved slowly into the room, and then hesitantly approached the bedside. Before he could speak, however, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
Caught off guard and falling into his arms, her cheeks blushed once more.
"You... you shouldn't do this," she protested.
"Shouldn't do what?" he asked innocently.
"Just, just..." She stumbled over her words.
Shujun chuckled ruefully to himself. Had his abrupt declaration of love frightened her yesterday? The little thing was like a turtle; she seemed too sensitive, always retreating into her shell at the slightest disturbance...
