His Concerns, Her Temper

Seeing that she was ignoring him, Mo Jiangye had no choice but to coax and entice her, "If you drink ginger soup, as long as it is not to the bar, you can continue to go to any places that you like."

Ye Erruo rustled under the covers before she stuck her head out from the quilt. She took the ginger soup and endured the smell to finish everything in one go.

The maid was speechless.

Mo Jiangye heaved a sigh of relief, feeling helpless, but he could not help but dote on her.

She still looked stark white and fragile. His heart ached at the sight of her.

"Rest well and don't leave the bed. Don't turn on the air-conditioner as well. Place the hot water bag on your abdomen," he said tenderly.

Ye Erruo's heart warmed at his words. But she refused to back down. She intended to keep ignoring him. If she wanted to sing, she had to act coquettishly…

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Humph~"