When Pei Ye heard this sentence, it was hard to define his feelings. The young girl looked at him seriously and calmly, and her clean face was really difficult to doubt.
Actually, when Pei Ye was lying on his sickbed, from a lower angle, he quite liked seeing such a face.
Because no matter how high one's martial arts, once lying on a sickbed, it inevitably feels like being fish and meat on the chopping block. The body no longer belongs to oneself, allowing others to undress and adjust the waistband, pinching and rubbing, tapping bones and muscles. They don't treat you as a conscious being, and you try to consider yourself as a piece of unconscious flesh.
At such times, Pei Ye liked this indifferent face of Qu Xin, as if she saw no difference between him and a piece of wood. Pei Ye, with his chest bare and thighs exposed, felt very uncomfortable initially, but upon looking up and seeing this face, his heart calmed a lot.
