After Mu Nujiao's halting explanation, Zhou Sining more or less pieced together what had happened.
"So Han Ji and the others went to your parents to propose on my behalf, and now we're engaged?" Zhou Sining asked.
"Mm..." Mu Nujiao's voice was barely a whisper. Blushing, she touched the back of her hand to her burning cheek.
Although Zhou Sining hadn't formally visited her family to ask for her hand, or even properly proposed to her, both sets of parents had, for all practical purposes, already decided the two were engaged.
"Well..."
Zhou Sining's lips twitched. He didn't know what to say.
"I'll make it official in a couple of days. Asking your family for your hand without being there myself just feels disrespectful to you..." Zhou Sining was actually a traditional man.
"It's all right. I agreed to it myself," Mu Nujiao said.
"I know. President Han Ji certainly wouldn't have forced you if you hadn't agreed. I just feel I should have been there." Zhou Sining took her soft hand, his whole demeanor turning gentle.
"All right. We can talk about it once you're better."
She changed the subject. "How do you feel? President Han Ji said this coma was different from the last one. It took a greater toll on your body, so you probably won't be running and jumping the moment you wake up like last time."
Zhou Sining tried moving his arms and legs and found that his body really was much thinner and weaker than before.
Half the muscle he'd painstakingly built had disappeared, and he had barely any strength.
"I feel pretty lousy..."
Zhou Sining looked down at his scrawny chest and suddenly felt he'd really gotten the short end of the stick this time.
My broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, six-pack...