"That bed is mine; find somewhere else for yourself. I didn't want to be so overbearing, but it's necessary since I twisted my ankle when dragging you from the hot spring. So, as a way to thank me, you wouldn't fight me for it, right?" After saying that, Qu Tan'er stood up, indeed limping towards the bed before lazily lying down. It feels good, indeed, beds are more comfortable.
"Injured? Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
Mo Liancheng's eyebrows knitted together in concern. No wonder she sat there without moving for several hours?
"..." Qu Tan'er glanced at him from the side. "Prince, you... never asked."
The next moment, Mo Liancheng was already sitting on the edge of the bed, inspecting her ankle.
Indeed, it had swollen…