Luo Qiangwei stood holding a cup of water, momentarily unsure of how to react. Mo Shiche's uninjured hand lifted and tentatively landed on her shoulder, drawing her close to himself. He whispered softly, "Another kiss, is that okay?"
"You..."
President Mo, who had been in a sullen mood for a week, finally lay down contentedly. Luo Qiangwei wanted to place a single folding bed beside him, but Mo Shiche spoke up again, "Sleep with me, the hospital bed is big enough."
"You have injuries."
"Without you here, I've hardly slept this past week, now I'm so tired that my wounds hurt."
"..."
In the end, Luo Qiangwei washed up, dressed, and lay down on the hospital bed. He was injured in the right hand, so she slept on his left side.
Mo Shiche let her rest her head on his neck, "Go to sleep."