Lu Changfeng paused and lifted his head, meeting her gaze.
In the candlelight, her face was still a little pale, but her eyes were as sharp as ever, as though they could see through every thought in his head. She was reminding him that there were already new "rules" between them. There was no need to keep treating her like an outsider.
Lu Changfeng shook his head. "Even brothers keep clear accounts. Besides, I wasn't planning to go deep..."
"Were you pitying me yesterday?"
Li Lingyue suddenly interrupted him with a question.
Lu Changfeng paused, then answered firmly, "Of course not."
"I don't believe you."
Li Lingyue's voice was soft, her face faintly flushed. "...Prove it to me."
"..."
Lu Changfeng looked at her.
Li Lingyue leaned against the bed, her nightclothes slightly loose and her long hair cascading like a waterfall. Weak though she was, she had voiced her deepest demand in the most direct way possible. How he was supposed to prove it went without saying.
Lu Changfeng's expression changed instantly. The sharp edges he had tucked away while concentrating on his medical work emerged again. He shifted position and lounged in the chair, looking at the pale, stubborn woman on the bed, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Was I so professional while treating you that you got the wrong idea?
Or do you think that just because I won't bully a patient, I'm some Liu Xiahui who can sit with a woman in his lap and remain unmoved?
Li Lingyue keenly noticed the change in his expression and posture-the gentle physician's shell had fallen away, revealing his own defiance and teasing amusement beneath. This change was precisely what she wanted to see at that moment, and her heart gave a sudden flutter.
Then she reached out