Delicate

"No, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Muyu raised her head and looked at him anxiously.

"Then why don't you want to look at me?" Chu Heng was disappointed.

Ye Muyu, who was shy because she had begged him last night, was speechless. Her cheeks were red. She wanted to explain, but she was too shy to say it.

She was so angry that she threw herself into the blanket, caught in a dilemma.

"Ah Yu." Chu Heng's voice carried a tinge of suppressed laughter as he reached out and patted her back.

Ye Muyu tilted her head to look at him. Chu Heng immediately stopped smiling and put on a serious expression.

"Hurry up and wash up. I'll be getting out of bed too." She decided to be thick-skinned and show that she did not know anything.

"Are you feeling better?" Chu Heng hummed in agreement and reached out to touch her forehead, asking with concern.

Ye Muyu's face turned red again. Why did this man still mention his dark history?