After Sun Qiaoyan and Xiao Zhen left, Ling Hua drunkenly made her way back to her own Begonia Garden.
Yan Qing grabbed her, "Where are you going?"
"Back to my own place!"
Yan Qing glared at her, "You're staying with me."
Ling Hua shook her head resolutely, "No."
"Why not?"
Ling Hua stopped walking and looked at him seriously, "Doctor Zeng said that, brother, you need six months to recover from your injuries. No drinking, no intimacy, no fighting, no... In short, you need to quietly recover, and I..."
She pointed at herself, "If I so much as touch you, you push me away. Do you think I can still share the same bed and blanket with you?"
Yan Qing was at a loss for words as he looked at her blushing, peach-like face, reluctant to live separately, "I can endure."
Ling Hua stomped her foot, "I can't endure."
She's not a saintly turtle. She's put up with it for three months already. It's a torture to see but not touch. Who could endure that?
Yan Qing: "..."
