It seemed like a cat was clawing at his heart and it was itching all over. He wanted to see her very much.
Yu Yuehan shifted his gaze toward the cocky looking squishy ball. Reaching out, he touched her forehead and said, "Are you still feeling awful?"
"A little, uncle doctor said that I have recovered," Liuliu said.
"Your fever has subsided, but your condition will get worse if you catch another cold. You love to kick your covers off when you sleep; however, if your mother was around, she could hug you to sleep." Yu Yuehan replied.
Yu Yuehan paused and asked her again.
"Are you still feeling awful?"
"Not just a little now. Xiao Liuliu wants to sleep with mommi!" The tiny squishy ball; who was still happily sucking on her milk bottle, had activated her huge, shining eyes and was just about to cling onto Yu Yuehan's body like a spoiled child.