Luixian crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Guiying."
Nothing.
"Guiying." He placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently.
Guiying made a sound that communicated several things, none of them cooperative, and pulled the blanket tighter without opening his eyes.
"We have a hospital appointment," Liuxian said.
"Tomorrow," Guiying mummured.
"Today."
"Tomorrow."
Liuxian looked at him for a moment. Then he reached over and pulled the blanket off entirely.
Guiying's eyes opened immediately. He looked at Liuxian, then at the blanket in his hand, then at Liuxian again with displeased expression, like he was very wronged.
"That was cruel," his voice came almost as a whisper.
"Get up, Wifey," Liuxian said. "We also have a gala tonight."
Guiying sat up slowly, pushing his hair out of his face. "What?"
"Charity gala. I will explain in the car." He stood and set the blanket at the foot of the bed. "Get ready, thirty minutes."
Guiying looked at the blanket longingly.
