It depends on how you do it.

Wen Ran nodded slightly, a soft smile bloomed between her sleepy brows and eyes, under the gentle light, she was so gentle and warm: "What time is it now? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

Hearing her caring words, a warmth rose in Mo Xiuchen's heart. He answered gently, "I had a bit outside. Are you sleepy now? If you're not, stay with me and talk."

Mo Xiuchen's tone was clearly low and calm, but to Wen Ran's ears, her heart inexplicably tightened. She wasn't sure why she felt this way, but looking at his calm brows, he seemed to be bothered by something conflicting.

She slightly smiled and replied, "Okay," as she propped herself up to sit.

Mo Xiuchen reached out a hand to steady her, helping her sit up against the head of the bed. He also picked up a pillow to support her back but didn't pull her into his arms like he usually did.