"Sixth Brother, I've been stewing this chicken soup for a long time. Would you like some? You should eat more; it'll help you recover faster," Melanie murmured softly.
"..."
"Never mind, you can drink it after you wake up."
Melanie pulled up the blanket covering Adrian Desmond. Her hand accidentally touched his skin, and she quickly withdrew it as if shocked by electricity.
She looked at Adrian, and then her face slowly turned red.
"Sixth Brother, I... I will stay with you here and not go anywhere. You can rest well," Melanie stammered, her face flushed.
Adrian pretended to be asleep, ignoring her.
Adrian never knew Melanie could be so shameless. If he gave her an inch, she would take a mile, her radiance becoming utterly unbearable.
To deal with Melanie, Adrian had figured out a method: complete indifference!
If he dared to respond to Melanie, she would cling to him like a stubborn leech, impossible to shake off.
