Under the quilt, Qin Hai was in real pain.
Originally, all he had to do was give Zeng Rou a proper massage, and there would have been no issue—even if Lin Qingya came in, it wouldn't have mattered.
But now that he was hiding, everything had changed. If Lin Qingya found out, it would be like getting mud on his pants: even if it wasn't poop, it might as well have been.
No matter what he said, Lin Qingya certainly wouldn't believe him!
Damnit, Zeng Rou, this silly woman, had really screwed him over this time!
Qin Hai was nervous, and Zeng Rou was just as tense. When Lin Qingya walked over to the bed, Zeng Rou was so scared that she didn't dare to move a muscle, her whole body tensed up and she even started to tremble slightly.
"Qingya, why aren't you asleep yet? I'm fine now!"
Little did they know, not only did Lin Qingya not leave, but she also sat down by the bed. After a careful look at Zeng Rou's complexion, she frowned and said, "Rourou, why do you look so pale?"