Critical illness
Zuo Jia's movements were gentle, and she was so close to Fu rongting that he could smell the faint fragrance on her body.
Fu rongting's life at home was very delicate, but when he was in the Army or on a mission outside, he was actually very accommodating. Since he became an adult, it had been a long time since someone took care of him like this.
Zuo Jia had the potential to be a good wife and mother.
After drying her hair, Zuo Jia dragged Fu rongting to the bed. She was actually too embarrassed to sleep with him, but she couldn't bear to let him sleep on the cold floor.
In order to prevent Zuo Jia from falling off the bed, Fu rongting slept on the outside, while Zuo Jia slept on the inside of the tent.
The bed was not big, so no matter how much Zuo Jia shrank back, her back could still touch Fu rongting's back.
With such a close distance, Zuo Jia couldn't fall asleep no matter what.