"No worries." Bo Jingshen sat up and stretched out his arms to embrace her. "I'm not feeling wronged."
"What do you mean you're not feeling wronged?" Su Lu frowned, enduring the pain as he lifted her up, not understanding what he meant, and asked him.
Bo Jingshen looked into her eyes. "I don't feel wronged sleeping on the couch."
"..." Su Lu was almost at a loss for words, who had agreed to let him sleep on the couch?
Su Lu tried to sit up but felt it wasn't right, then lay down again to take a break. Seeing her like this, Bo Jingshen felt a bit guilty and began to massage her.
"It's my fault." Bo Jingshen said in a low voice, "I didn't think you were so fragile."
Su Lu glanced at him sideways. "If I had been hardened by numerous battles over these years, you'd be the one crying."
Bo Jingshen fell silent; the mere thought was already depressing him.
So he kissed Su Lu firmly. "I'd go insane."
Su Lu pointed at his hand and said, "Keep going."
