Zhao Jingmiao's crying threw Lei Xingjun into a panic, unsure of what to do.
He wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but after all, this was Zhao Jingmiao's home. What if someone came in and saw them like this, would they beat him up?
Fine, let them beat me then.
Lei Xingjun gritted his teeth and just as he extended his hand, Zhao Jingmiao evaded it. "I... I'm not sick."
Her voice was terribly hoarse, as if she had damaged her throat.
Lei Xingjun felt even more heartbroken.
"Don't come over, sit there and listen to me." She pointed to a chair a bit away from the bed, "I have something to say to you."
"Alright, go ahead." Lei Xingjun nervously sat down, placing his hands on his thighs properly.
Seeing how nervous he was, Zhao Jingmiao felt an even greater pang in her heart.
"I... can't accept your proposal," Zhao Jingmiao said, biting her lip, keeping her hand inside the quilt tightly pinching her thigh to stay awake and not cry again.
