Midway Intercept

"I'm fine, how can I be so pampered?" Mu Xiyan wanted to stand up as she spoke.

Yan Chen, however, held her down. "You look good. I'm not blind. You won't be able to draw a good work of art like this."

Mu Xiyan felt that what he said made sense, so she didn't force herself.

Mu Xiyan was lying on a chair at the side, preparing to take a nap. Yan Chen turned on the air-conditioning a little higher and took off his jacket to cover her body.

However, Mu Xiyan was not sleeping soundly, and a layer of worry that could not be dispelled hung between her delicate eyebrows.

A trace of light flashed across his eyes. Xiao Hao Ting had been living too comfortably lately.

On the other side, Xiao Hao Ting suddenly sneezed. He adjusted the blanket on his body and rubbed his nose. He felt a bit strange. Why was the room so warm? Why did someone suddenly sneeze? Could it be that someone was missing him?

This wasn't a good feeling.