What Are You Doing in My Bed?

Mo Liuxi was confused. "Why is it still so hard if you're expressing milk?"

Yan Su, "..."

The topic of the conversation was making her extremely uncomfortable.

"It takes a while to express milk manually, and I don't have much time while I'm here."

"It must hurt a lot then. It's like carrying two rocks," Mo Liuxi remarked.

"...Yea."

"Good."

"..."

She didn't know what to say. "Mo Liuxi, I'm going back if you are going to continue this. Just go to sleep."

Mo Liuxi grunted then he was silent. He was feeling tired and very ill.

He fell asleep very quickly.

Yan Su didn't want to sleep, but she would eventually nod off before she would suddenly wake up to take his temperature. She also changed his cold compress every half an hour.

He was in a deep sleep and his lips were pursed into a thin line. Even asleep, he looked elegant and handsome. He looked a lot gentler in this state; his features were beautiful.