He stopped, staring at the person limp beneath him, his voice cold and playful as he said, "Your body says otherwise."
His phone rang. He glanced at it, didn't answer, and then stood up.
"Remember what I just said, get up, eat something, then go back to sleep. And remember to take your cold medicine."
"The sick one is you, not me," she complained softly.
But watching Gu Annan leave with vigorous spirits, he must have almost recovered.
"Achoo!"
Lu Wanwan closed her eyes and continued to sleep drowsily.
It really wasn't fair. He was the one with the fever and cold, yet she just felt a bit unwell.
Why, after one night, was he refreshed and awake while she was still sneezing?
Do I really need to exercise more?
*
At noon, Gu Annan left the conference room.
The first thing he saw was Zhao Chen, "Was breakfast sent over? Did she eat it?"
"...She probably did," Zhao Chen was uncertain.
"What do you mean probably?"
