Lu Hechen had just bent over when he was reminded to sit up straight.
He paused, furrowing his brows tightly, then, taking a breath, he complied and straightened his body obediently.
Weilan had been sitting on the bed but felt it was inappropriate, so she knelt on it instead.
Instantly, her face flushed red.
With a suspicious look toward Lu Hechen, she saw his lips pressed together and beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. His gaze resting on Weilan's face, he said, "Let's hurry up and try to rest earlier."
Weilan immediately understood and nodded awkwardly.
She felt that Lu Hechen must have realized she had seen his secret, but he said nothing, just giving her a profound look and acting as if nothing had happened.
"Then I will start!" Weilan gathered her emotions and spoke to Lu Hechen.
"Mm," he hummed softly, his voice containing restrained emotions.
