Mo Ran was so angry that her cheeks were flushed red, and she helplessly poured him a glass of water.
"Feed me," he shamelessly said.
She really wanted to pour the water over his head!
"Sit up," she said in a good-natured tone.
"Help me up."
Having no choice, she helped him sit up and drink the water. Then, under his gaze, she helped him lie back down and covered him with the blanket.
"There, are you okay now? I hope you won't call me when you need to use the bathroom. I might be embarrassed, but I bet you would be too," she teased him on purpose.
Who knew his skin was thicker than a city wall—he said calmly and without a blush, "If you're not embarrassed, then why should I be? Rest assured, if I have such needs, I will definitely come to you."
Mo Ran was speechless. This man usually seemed so serious and proper; why was he acting so out of character now, almost like a rogue.
Could it be that the fall had knocked him silly?
