An Lin reluctantly opened her eyes.
Seeing Qin Mu still holding the brown sugar water, she blinked in surprise. Was he really going to feed her?
Suddenly being so gentle and considerate, she really wasn't used to it.
"Just put it on the table, I'll drink it myself."
Qin Mu placed the cup on the table, leaned over, propped up the pillow behind her so she could lean against the headboard, watching as she drank the large cup of brown sugar water until only a little was left.
"I can't drink anymore."
He reached out to take the cup and stood up, heading towards the door.
"Wait a minute."
As Qin Mu reached the door, An Lin's voice sounded from behind, and he turned his head to look.
An Lin smiled, saying, "You're sleeping in the guest room tonight."
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"Don't feel sorry for him."
