Ye Fei chuckled again, pulled a chair over, and sat beside Dongfang Ruolan. He grabbed her arm and shook it gently, smiling as he said, “What hero, what miracle doctor? I’m still the same Xiaoman in Aunt’s arms.”
“You!” Dongfang Ruolan looked at him helplessly, but a doting smile crept onto her lips. Ye Fei’s demeanor reminded her of his childhood. She couldn’t bear to scold him, though she still reminded him, “Do you realize that treating Captain Li so recklessly could have endangered his life? Don’t you know how poor his condition was?”
Seeing that acting spoiled still worked, Ye Fei decided to go all in. He lowered his head and snuggled into her arms, burying his face between her soft, ample chest. Rubbing gently, he mumbled, “Aunt, I know I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again, okay?” But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze.