Fu Yisheng's efforts to lull Lu Qingqing to sleep hadn't resulted in a peaceful rest; she was easily startled awake by even the slightest movement from him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, opening her heavy eyelids.
Looking up at the wall clock, it was just past eleven; she had slept for less than an hour.
A look of embarrassment crossed Fu Yisheng's face; he needed to use the restroom but couldn't get up on his own and was about to call for a male nurse to assist him.
As clever as Lu Qingqing was, she understood immediately. Suppressing a laugh, she climbed out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and turned to support him, "I can help, no need for strangers. If you sweat, I can also wipe you down and change your clothes, isn't that thoughtful?"
"Very," he replied with a facade of modesty, "but only my wife is allowed to see me without clothes!"
Lu Qingqing almost let go, "Mr. Fu, since when are you so... "
