Moh Shiche's eyebrows rose slightly, "So eager to have a future with me?"
"..."
Dammit. For someone usually so aloof and reticent, he sure knew how to corner someone with words.
She decisively lowered her head to drink the porridge and stopped asking for trouble.
And throughout the entire porridge-drinking process, she was sitting on his lap; it was less about being forced... and more that she truly didn't have the strength to move anymore.
Moh Shiche was indeed very patient, truly sticking to his word. It wasn't until Luo Qiangwei had finished the whole bowl of red date porridge that he finally let go of her and stood up to treat his burn at the nurse's station.
Luo Qiangwei wanted to follow but was sent back to the ward by the man. She didn't insist on following—truth be told... she was afraid of seeing wounds, no matter the size.
