Confrontational.
Tai Yang claimed he wasn't feeling well after that, which made Li Jun feel more concerned. The bruise on his head didn't seem to be infected, which Li Jun noted upon moving Tai Yang's head about to inspect it. Hence, the only explanation was that perhaps the drinking and the rain had taken their toll on him.
Tai Yang assured him that he simply needed to rest for a while. He helplessly walked Tai Yang to bed, checked his temperature in case he was actually feverish, and then let him curl up under the blankets. Li Jun stared at him for a moment, then went to change.
After cooking some chicken soup and making some nuggets in case Tai Yang didn't feel like eating, he leaned against the kitchen island and stared at Tai Yang, across the room. He looked so small curled up underneath the blankets like that.
And he hadn't moved once. Li Jun twisted his lips. 'When he's asleep, he moves and flails. He's not sleeping. He walked over and sat down.