She had promised to take good care of Lu Jing, but the patient himself wasn't cooperating, so she couldn't exactly force Lu Jing to sleep.
Was she supposed to go buy a bottle of sleeping pills, and if Lu Jing really refused to sleep, pry his mouth open and shove one in?
That wouldn't be caregiving, that'd be murder.
"I can't sleep..." Lu Jing, unfazed by her scolding, just hugged the pillow tighter, curling up on the sofa.
He didn't want Zhang Lingying to know that he actually didn't want to sleep.
"Would you be able to sleep if you slept with me?" Zhang Lingying pursed her lips, asking seriously.
Hearing that, Lu Jing abruptly looked up at her, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Did she just ask him if he wanted to sleep with her?
Even though it was to take care of him, it didn't matter—it was practically an invitation to sleep together!
Lu Jing tried hard to appear a bit more composed and said, "Maybe it would be a little better."
