Chapter 841: This Level, You Call Bullying?

Gong Yeyan's eyes held a deep and intense dark heat as he locked his gaze on her, his voice husky as he said, "If you weren't ill... would this be considered bullying?"

Ming Ge: "..."

From the man's increasingly fervent gaze, Ming Ge understood his implications.

A blush crept onto her slightly pale cheeks, adding a sickly yet charming color to her face. Ming Ge diverted her gaze, avoiding his intense stare, and cleared her throat, saying, "I'm hungry."

This act of hers carried a touch of shyness.

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A few minutes later.

Dr. Whitecoat entered carrying a bowl of soft and sweet millet porridge.

A small table had been set upon the pure white bed, where the girl sat at the head, her black curls tumbling beside her cheeks. Her attention was fervently focused on him... or rather, on the porridge in his hands.

At that moment, his boss suddenly spoke up, instructing, "Give me the porridge."

Ming Ge blinked twice and said, "I can eat by myself…"