Get her a glass of water?
Fu Qinglun expressed his displeasure and let out a derisive snort. "No, I'm not going to do it."
Lin Shiyu gave him a glance before getting up, preparing to get herself the water.
But a large hand grabbed her wrist in time and pulled forcefully, causing her to land on the soft mattress again.
"Stay right there!"
Fu Qinglun spoke and instantly got up to pour her water.
After being pulled back onto the bed, her silky hair was scattered on the floral pillowcase and Lin Shiyu studied him closely. With his large steps, it didn't take long for him to reach the counter and pour her a glass of water.
The sleeves of his white shirt were wrapped around his wrist and his prince-like demeanor was somewhat therapeutic.
"Here's your water." Fu Qinglun stalked back and stood tall beside the bed, handing over glass.
Lin Shiyu sat up straight and reached over to hold it into her hands.
