"You smell so nice." He sighed contentedly.
Gu Yuan said nothing.
"Hey, can't you just have a bit of conscience, woman?" he said, helplessly.
Gu Yuan: "My conscience was eaten by a dog long ago, none left."
He: "..."
She coughed a few more times, since he was pressed against her, she felt her breathing become a bit tight, and coughing was laborious.
He's really heavy.
And he's not even aware of it.
"Are you sick?"
He finally noticed.
"No." She denied it.
"You've coughed twice in front of me." He said.
Gu Yuan: "Does coughing mean I'm sick?"
Quan Jin stared into her eyes.
Gu Yuan couldn't stand his gaze, so she said, "If you get off me right now and let me breathe some fresh air, my sickness would be much better."
"So I'm the stumbling block on your road to recovery?"
"Aren't you self-aware?"
Thick-skinned by nature, he couldn't change that, but he got up anyway.
