His embrace and company greatly calmed her down and soothed her fears but, ultimately, they were unrelated, and it seemed inappropriate that she hugged him so tightly and let him stay in bed with her for so long.
Should… how should I explain to him…
Gu Yusheng's palm pressed gently against her forehead. "Your fever has subsided."
Caught by surprise, Qin Zhi'ai returned from her thoughts and realized that she still had her arms around his waist. Hastily withdrawing, she sat up and moved slightly away from him.
Having maintained his half-arched position for an entire day, Gu Yusheng's body was stiff beyond words and, as Qin Zhi'ai sat up, he gradually followed suit.
Observing no change in Gu Yusheng's expression, as though their night together had been forgotten, Qin Zhi'ai, too, pretended that nothing had happened and addressed him in her usual professional tone. "Master Gu."
"Mmm," Gu Yusheng replied indistinctly without opening his mouth.