But when Pei Heyan drained his soup in one gulp, a sparkle flashed in her eyes, and she smiled, "I just learned how to make this with Nanny Zhang."
"Another bowl, please." Saying that, she poured another bowl of chicken soup.
Pei Heyan didn't drink it, and said heavily, "Nianxin, I'm a bit tired, I want to rest for a while."
Lu Nianxin glanced around, "We haven't hired a nurse, I'll stay with you."
She warmly leaned towards Pei Heyan's side, unaware of the subtle expressions flickering through his eyes.
It was as if she was a stranger to him, keeping half a distance with his arm, as he said, "I'm used to sleeping alone."
Lu Nianxin felt like she had been doused with cold water.
Pei Heyan slightly parted his lips: "If you need help during the night, someone will come over."
Lu Nianxin, her warm face met with cold indifference, had forgotten how to bow her head due to the pride ingrained in her over more than twenty years.
She said a bit reluctantly, "Fine, then."
