"Miss Li, you haven't eaten in days," the servant pleaded with concern, "The doctor said you can only have some porridge, you can't have barbecued food, and you also can't eat meat that's too greasy. Otherwise, you won't be able to digest it!"
Li Qiyu's small frame rose in indignation, "No meat? Then I'll go out to the streets and eat by myself."
"Miss Li, you're still sick," the servant protested, "How can you just wander about?"
Li Qiyu felt dizzy and weak. Why was it that every time she woke up, she was sick?
Suddenly, all the servants turned towards the door, whispering "Young Master!" in a low voice.
Angel Qiyu turned her face and saw the man who was as perfect as a god, wickedly charming, and as handsome as if he had stepped out of a picture book.
Wasn't this the wooden man who always lay on the bed without speaking? He had actually woken up! Alive and moving, he looked even more handsome!
"It's you again—" Li Qiyu glared at Ling Ran, filled with wariness.