On the following morning, Jiang Muwan showed signs of improvement. When she opened her eyes, Gu Jiangnian was no longer beside her. She lay still for a while before she propped herself up, feeling a little lightheaded and wobbly due to lying down for too long. She dallied around, slightly bent over on the bed, her buttocks raised but her head still resting on the pillow.
Her body felt weak and devoid of strength.
When Gu Jiangnian emerged with his wet hair after a shower, he saw her, bottom up like Donald Duck, half-lying on the bed in a particularly suggestive pose.
The man grabbed a dry towel, irritably rubbing it over his head a couple of times. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the towel flew onto Jiang Muwan's dressing table. Approaching her, he sat down beside her, gently placing a hand on her waist, and softly asked, "What's the matter?"
"I have a headache," she murmured, her thin face pressed against the pillow, tinged with a hint of sighing.
