"If you want to stay and take care of him, suit yourself," Baili Xia's awkwardness was easily understood by Mu Xiaojiu, who still, honestly, was a bit worried.
"I'll have them bring over a bed. You're not allowed to skip sleep or push yourself too hard."
He pulled her over and gently ran his fingers through her hair: "You've just woken up as well, understand?"
"I get it." Faced with Mr. Xiaojiu's sudden switch in demeanor, Baili Xia's heart instantly felt intoxicated.
No matter how haughty he could be, in the end, he was always heartwarming.
After sending Uncle away, she returned to Nangong Xu's room.
Before she had the chance to say anything to Nangong Xu, servants had already brought in a bed for her.
Others brought him new meals and took away his barely touched dinner from earlier.
Nangong Xu had simply watched quietly as everyone bustled around.
Not until everyone had left, and it was just Baili Xia remaining, did he look at her, his eyes brimming with a touched glimmer.
