She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Spit it out." Yan Zhan ignored Manshu's surprise and spoke in a gentle tone.

Manshu subconsciously spit into his hand.

There was no trace of disgust on Yan Zhan's face, he just went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Manshu realized what she had just done and actually vomited into Yan Zhan's hand.

There were clearly napkins on the bedside table.

It's all her fault. She got confused because of the burning sensation.

Manshu felt a little embarrassed to be fed again.

Yan Zhan seemed not to notice until she finished the bowl of porridge.

"Want to eat again?"

"No." Manshu shook his head. In fact, he had no appetite after having a fever.

Yan Zhan took out the bowl she had eaten from, and after a while came back with a glass of water.

"The water is still a little hot now. Take medicine when it's no longer hot."

"Thank you, Uncle San." Maybe because he had eaten something, Manshu felt a little sleepy again.

After all, she didn't sleep for long after she came back.

She looked up at Yan Zhan and found that his eyes were also dark blue: "Uncle San, do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Sleep here?" Yan Zhan glanced at her bed with an ambiguous smile on his lips.

Manshu was stunned.

How could he have such an idea?

"You're interested in my bed?"

Manshu’s bed sheets were beautifully chosen and the whole room was decorated very cozily.

It is completely different from the asexual style of Yan Zhan's family.

"Well, Manman, can you give me half of the bed?" Yan Zhan rubbed her hair, and his low voice unconsciously carried a hint of temptation.

"I..." Can we not distinguish?

Although she sleeps in a 1.8-meter-long bed, she likes to sleep alone.

"Okay, take the medicine, and I'll lean on your bay window sill and rest for a while."

Yan Zhan saw that Manshu's bay window sill was well decorated with bay window cushions, pillows, and dolls, which looked very comfortable.

He sat down and picked up the book on the small table.

This is what Manshu has been looking at recently, which is related to gambling on stones.

He put away the books and folded up the small table, and the bay window sill suddenly became much more spacious.

However, a man over 1.8 meters tall squeezed on a bay window sill that is only 1 meter wide and less than 1.5 meters long looks a little aggrieved.

"Uncle San, why don't you go to the study next door to rest?"

Manshu couldn't bear to see him sleeping with his head bent over like that.

"It's okay, I'll just lean here and rest." Yan Zhan was indeed very tired today.

But he remembered that Mansu held his hand tightly when he woke up from the dream, and asked him for help in the dream. At that moment, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Yan Zhan insisted on staying in the room. Manshu couldn't persuade him, so he just made up his mind and lifted half of the quilt: "Uncle San, why don't you sleep on the bed too? There is a blanket in the closet, you can use it to cover yourself."

Mansu was a little more accepting of everyone sleeping in one bed and covering themselves with their own quilt.

Yan Zhan looked up at her. Manshu looked uneasy and a little embarrassed when he looked at her.

Of course, she didn't want Yan Zhan to sleep with her, she just didn't want him to suffer any injustice.

Yan Zhan walked over and covered Manshu with the quilt: "Sleep well and don't let your mind wander."

Although he lived a life of luxury in the Yan family, he had lived a thrilling life before he came to the Yan family. For training, he had lived in the wilderness. So what was a bay window sill?

Yan Zhan sat on the bay window sill, draped Manshu's thin blanket over himself, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

When Manshu woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The curtain at a corner of the bay window was blown open by the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room through that corner, sprinkling on Yan Zhan and illuminating his peaceful sleeping face.