she took a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of responsibility. "okay, no more teasing. i think my fever is really gone, but colds are contagious. you should sleep in the second bedroom tonight. just for one night."
the dazed look in yangjin's eyes was replaced by a familiar, stubborn fire. she pulled her hand back. "no."
"what if i infect you?" qiao zhi reasoned. "then we'll have two patients. will we have to call our parents to come take care of us?"
"i don't care. no." yangjin's voice was firm. she saw the look of loving helplessness in qiao zhi's eyes and her resolve hardened. she wasn't leaving her side. she lowered her head, her voice becoming a little smaller. "…i'll sleep on the floor, if you're that worried. far away from you."
the thought of yangjin sleeping on the hard, cold floor was horrifying. "baby, you can't sleep on the floor. it's too hard. your skin is so delicate, you'll get bruises."
