Su Ye quickly set the storybook aside. Looking up, she found him staring at her, unblinking.
His gaze was searing. The intention to repay her for saving his life by pledging himself to her couldn't have been more obvious.
She stiffened and slowly averted her gaze.
She spoke in a low voice,
"Just focus on getting better. I have to go out tonight."
Su Qing, who was sitting up, tensed but said nothing.
Su Ye glanced at him and added,
"If you're feeling a bit better this afternoon, I'll take you with me. But don't pull your mask off again."
Su Qing agreed.
"Whatever my savior says."
As soon as he said that, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Su Ye's waist, pulling her into an embrace.
He coughed weakly as he held her.
Seeing how frail he seemed, Su Ye didn't have the heart to push him away.
She just sat there, letting him hold her.
But somehow, in the midst of the embrace, she found herself being pressed down onto the bed.
Su Qing spoke in a low voice,
