Pipi, who had been teased, was only engrossed in drinking his grandmother’s milk. He even hummed a few times, “Mmm... mmm...”
The light yellow blanket was lifted and half of Jun Xi Qing’s smooth shoulder was exposed. Her delicate skin was exposed to the coldness of the air. Jun Xi Qing shrank back and quickly pushed his palm away, he covered the blanket again.
Lu yeming heard the rustling sound and his gaze fell on her red and hot little face. He slowly curled his thin lips and said with a faint smile, “You have a fever?”
Fever?
Jun Xi Qing quickly denied, “I don’t have a fever.”
She was in good health!
Lu Yeming put one hand into his trouser pocket and the smile on his lips deepened.
He did not say anything else, and the room returned to silence. The faintly flowing atmosphere was inexplicably hot.
It made people’s mouths dry.
“Why are you here? Where’s Miss Ye?”
Jun Xi Qing asked casually, but after she asked, she immediately regretted it.
