Gu Jiajia still hadn't emerged from that slightly frightening dream.
Upon seeing Jing Hua, she reflexively blurted out, "How much must you detest me to want to beat me to death?"
Jing Hua, a bit bewildered, asked, "What are you talking about?"
"You thrust a knife into my heart."
Jing Hua's gaze darkened.
Only then did Gu Jiajia belatedly realize, discerning dream from reality.
Startled, she yanked the quilt toward her as if someone were about to violate her.
Jing Hua frowned, looking at her displeased. Was such wariness necessary against him?
Gu Jiajia glanced around the dormitory, then back at Jing Hua: "Isn't this the girls' dormitory? What are you doing here?"
"I asked the doctor, you went to his place at noon to get medicine, and also had two bowls of porridge there..."
"If you want to punish someone, punish me, not the doctor! It was I who asked for plain porridge, I asked him to make it for me, it was..."
