"Xiyue, you are so beautiful," Ye Chen walked over to Su Xiyue, murmuring softly.
Su Xiyue glared at Ye Chen irritably, still not sure why she had trusted him enough to agree to acupuncture.
In her annoyance, Su Xiyue reached out and gave a twist at Ye Chen's waist.
"Su Xiyue, let go of me,"
Ye Chen winced, his face twisting in pain. This woman was going crazy again, he hadn't expected the usually dignified and cold CEO Su to know such girlish tricks.
Su Xiyue snorted coldly, and at that moment, she felt a headache coming on, a pained expression crossing her face as she pressed her hands to her head and fell to sit on the bed.
Seeing her condition, Ye Chen felt a pang of heartache and complained, "I told you not to work so late at night, your body is so weak. It's good that I found out about your fever in time, or you would have suffered a lot more."
"Mind your own business," Su Xiyue muttered under her breath.