He is a serious patient now, so Sophie doesn’t want to bully him. She obediently walks to the bedside.
"What do you need?" Thinking that Asher Land can’t do anything to her now, she feels a bit of joy in her heart.
"The bed is too hard, I can’t sleep comfortably."
Sophie furrows her brow in confusion. What’s he playing at? They’ve slept together so many times, and this is the first time he’s said something .
Sophie glances at his not-so-good complexion and realizes he’s deliberately looking for trouble. It’s no surprise; patients always have bad tempers and love to fuss unreasonably.
"So what do you want to do?"
"Your body is softer than the bed, so..."
"So what?" she retorts.
"So I don’t want to sleep on the bed, I just want to sleep on you!"
Sophie gives him an annoyed look. Honestly, at a time , he’s still joking.
"I doubt you have the strength to sleep on me right now." She shakes her head, ignoring his joke. She takes a glass of water and a bottle cap full of pills, holding them out in front of him.
"Take your medicine."
Asher Land struggles to sit up, takes the pills from her hand, and pops them into his mouth, taking a sip of water.
But the pills are really bitter. Someone who’s always been healthy, he hasn’t taken this many pills before. It took a lot of effort for him to swallow them down.
Sophie can’t help but smile. So Asher Land is afraid of taking medicine, too. This day has really been an eye-opener for her.
Seeing her raise her lips in a smile, he frowns in displeasure.
He lowers his head and seals her lips with his.
"Mmm..." Sophie instinctively wants to fight back, but thinking about how he’s still injured, she decides to stay put.
A bitter taste spreads from his mouth to hers, reaching her tongue, and she can’t help but furrow her eyebrows.
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Only after a long time does he let her go.
She’s still a bit dazed, her eyes slightly out of focus.
He curves his lips into a faint smile, his eyes fixed on her flushed cheeks.
"Sorry for stirring your emotions, but tonight I really can’t satisfy you." He speaks with full apology, his eyes sincerely gazing at her,
Yet, Sophie feels like what he’s saying is really asking for a beating.
"Young master, I made some nourishing soup, do you want it..." Nanny Garcia comes in, tentatively asking Asher Land.
Nanny Garcia brings the soup in and places it on a dining cart.
Asher can’t lie down or sit, so Sophie picks up the soup and feeds him spoonful by spoonful.
Asher imagines, if she could treat him every day in the future, it would be worth enduring dozens of whips.
That night, Asher Land couldn’t sleep at all. Sophie watches the thin layer of sweat on his face, and her heart aches a little.
She takes a towel and wipes his sweat from time to time.
"You should sleep." His voice is a bit hoarse.
"I’m not sleepy." She forces herself to hold back her sleepiness, pretending to be at ease just to make him feel better. "Do you want some water?"
"Hmm." Without a second thought, she runs downstairs and brings him a glass of water.
This is how it goes the whole night. She doesn’t dare to sleep, afraid that something might happen to Asher Land.
When Asher Land opens his eyes, she’s sitting on the floor, eyes closed, leaning against the bed.
He grabs her hand, but it’s chillingly cold.