"..." Zhan Nanjue coughed and said, "I wanted you to help me get to the bed."
"..." Gong Shirao felt embarrassed, what was she thinking?
She frantically helped push his wheelchair to the bedside and assisted him onto the bed.
During this, his fragrance, the warmth of his touch, all subtly conveyed to her, making her cheeks burnhot.
After a while, she finally managed to help him lie down, but she overexerted herself and suddenly lost her balance, falling sideways onto his side.
How strange...
Why did she feel so weak the moment she exerted a bit of force?
She rubbed her temples in frustration, only to realize she was sprawled over a warm body...
"Have you lain enough?" Zhan Nanjue's voice was hoarse and deep.
Gong Shirao snapped back to reality, she had somehow ended up lying on him again!!
Oh my god, how could she explain that she really didn't mean it, and there was no hint at all, for him to believe?!
"I didn't do it on purpose." Gong Shirao said.
