"You're not a doctor. There is no point in telling you. Would you be able to treat her?" Ye Sijue laughed.
Snatching the pillow from her hands, he pulled her over to him and let her lean on his chest.
Bashful, Mo Xiaomeng was unable to free herself from him. Too lazy to break free, she went along and leaned on him.
It was pretty comfortable anyways.
Living with him for the past few days, she was almost used to his quiet bossiness.
"Is she very sick? Which hospital is she at? Take me there." Mo Xiaomeng sat up, looked to him, and shook his hand in a pleading manner.
"She just had a bad cold. It's not a big deal. She didn't need to be hospitalized. But Shaojie was worried that she would have no one to take care of her so he took her back to the Yin residence.
Ye Sijue explained while playing with her soft little hands.
Her fingers were like scallions, slender and white, and the bones were small. They werevery cute.