He couldn't help but wonder, what in that book had her so engrossed.
Could it be that a book is more attractive than him?
Clearing his throat, he lightly coughed, "Yunshu."
Situ Yunshu calmly turned a page of the book, not giving him a single glance, "What is it?"
"I'm thirsty."
"There's a cup of water on the nightstand, you can reach it."
"It's inconvenient to drink, get me a straw."
Couldn't she look at him?
Mu Jingnan felt a headache coming on. She was supposed to take care of him, yet every day she ignored him. She would rather hug a book and read than look at him more.
Was he worth less than a book?
With a gloomy look, Mu Jingnan closed his eyes and let out a painful groan, "Yunshu... give me the medicine."
Upon hearing this, Situ Yunshu's gaze shifted from the book, looking at him.
Perhaps due to the pain, his handsome face was shaded with a layer of agony, and the cold sweat on his face was particularly noticeable, glistening with a layer of watery light.
