Ah Chuan was about to argue, but then he thought about it—Lin Yan had been watching over him all day too. He needed to rest as well, so it might be better if he came back in the afternoon.
That way they could take turns, and maybe he'd even get a chance to spend some time alone with Luo Qi.
"Okay," he agreed.
"Finally, the eyesore has left," Luo Xuan glanced at Ah Chuan's retreating figure.
Luo Qi glared at him, "Enough, if you're going to talk, then talk. Don't be so passive-aggressive."
"I just can't stand the sight of him," Luo Xuan said, anger raising his voice significantly.
Luo Qi felt the pain in her wound intensify, as if someone had strewn a thick layer of salt on it. "He was the one who took me to the hospital yesterday, and he stayed with me all night. Shouldn't you say 'thank you' to him?"
"It's not like I asked him to stay," Luo Xuan muttered.
