"No." Gu Chenye shook his head decisively. Seeing that she was still frowning, he said, "I do have a bit of a headache."

Yan Yirou immediately felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

"Let me rub it for you." She put down her phone and walked over, intending to stand in front of the hospital bed and massage him.

A massage usually lasts about twenty minutes, and Gu Chenye didn't want her to stand for so long: "Can you sit down and I'll lie on your lap?"

It seems like nothing is impossible.

He's her boyfriend.

Yan Yirou sat directly on the hospital bed, patted her thigh, and gestured for him to lie down.

When Gu Chenye's head rested on her lap.

His handsome face was tense, and his whole body was stiff.

Like a straight piece of wood.

Yan Yirou was a little nervous at first, but when she saw his ears gradually turning red, she suddenly stopped being nervous and even teased him, saying, "You're so tense, how am I supposed to give you a massage? Relax a little, I'm not a tiger, I won't eat you."

Gu Chenye: "..."

I'd rather you ate me.

Ah, no! What am I thinking?

Gu Chenye's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning. He suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly under the blanket.

I can't think about it.

His marriage application has not yet been approved.

Gu Chenye kept reminding himself that although his restless heart had calmed down, his ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

Yan Yirou noticed his red ears and was somewhat puzzled.

Is he shy?

Just because I rested my head on her lap?

Really?

He kissed her very decisively at first, and his kissing skills improved with each kiss. He must have been someone who, even if he had never eaten pork, had seen pigs run.

But now...

Yan Yirou's eyes darted around, a sly glint in them. Should she tease him?