Ye Wanting's hand trembled, "Can you sit up?"
"I can, my legs are fine."
His butt was also fine, but there was an injury at his tailbone, growing new flesh, itching terribly, so he usually didn't like to sit.
Ye Wanting put down the cake, walked to the bedside, but didn't know how to support him, "Should I go out and call someone?"
"No need, just lend me a hand."
He extended a hand, Ye Wanting held his arm, carefully exerting strength, but found that Yaen Chi didn't put any weight on her; he got down on his own.
His waist couldn't stand straight, and his upper body leaned towards Ye Wanting.
She instinctively caught him from the front, but he was taller, so she had to tilt her head up, her chin pressing on his shoulder to make sure he was comfortable and didn't fall; her hands froze on either side of his body, not daring to move, afraid of touching the wound on his back.
"Brother Chi?"
