It can't be denied that Zong Zhan's injury had the most direct effect of turning Xi Luo into a 'nanny.'
Even if she didn't take care of him personally, she spent most of the day in his room, exchanging banter with him.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Zong Zhan's back injury seemed to improve, but it wasn't completely healed.
Clearly he could already turn over freely, yet he just refused to get up and walk.
That day, Xi Luo tried to get him to move around more, but Zong Zhan gave an irrefutable excuse: "The doctor told me to stay in bed for three months."
"How many days has it been since you bathed?" Xi Luo glanced at the man with disdain, "Aren't you afraid of getting lice?"
Zong Zhan lay flat on the bed, arms behind his head, speaking matter-of-factly, "It's a special period, bear with it?"
Xi Luo pinched the tip of her nose and leaned in to sniff near the man; there wasn't any smell, but she deliberately made a face, "It's turning sour."
Zong Zhan: "..."
