Made of Glass

After a bout of illness, Mo Chu was surprised to find that they were treating her like she was made of glass.

Whether it was Ning Yiyuan or Mo Yang, they all wanted to hold her in their hands, afraid that she would accidentally fall and break into pieces.

"Little Chu, do you want some water?"

"Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

"I'm bored. How about I read a story to you?"

...

In short, on this day, Mo Chu thoroughly enjoyed the high-class treatment of a queen.

Basically, there was no place for her to do anything. If there was anything, she just needed to say a few words, and Ning Yiyuan and Mo Yang would be able to get it done.

However...

Looking at Ning Yiyuan carefully holding her arm, the corner of Mo Chu's mouth could not help but twitch. "Umm... I'm going to the toilet, so I don't need your help."