Sheng Youxia's body ached all over, and she cleared her throat, fearing she might be infected.
"Thanks to you, I hardly slept last night."
Fu Shilv approached the bedside, leaning lightly on the nightstand; once he opened his mouth, the pain intensified.
"Why is my tongue broken? I remember someone grabbing my hair, right?"
Sheng Youxia's voice lowered, "Not at all."
Fu Shilv bent down, hands supporting his knees, and moved closer to her face, sticking out his tongue with a shocking wound on it.
It could have been no one else but her.
"You were burning up with fever, insisting on kissing me. If not for my strong immune system, I'd be the one lying down now."
Fu Shilv kept a stern face, raising his eyebrows, "I wanted to kiss you?"
"What else? Was it me who pried open your mouth and bit you hard?"
She sat on the large bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, her hair cascading down her back, exuding a lazy charm.