"Does it still hurt? Let's go to the hospital if you're in pain," He Xiyan said as she anxiously laid a hand on his forehead and patted it.
She would rather fall sick than see him in pain.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It only hurt for a little while earlier. Yan Yan, don't worry. I'm as healthy as an ox," Chen Jiahang mouthed with a smile.
He felt warm and fuzzy all over when he saw how concerned and worried she was and felt as though he had eaten honey.
He Xiyan didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. How could this man still crack jokes when he had nearly frightened her to death?
However, she finally relaxed when she saw that he had reverted back to his normal self.
She picked up the ginger tea that she had brewed for him and handed it to Chen Jiahang, then watched as he gulped it down.
Then, she lifted the blankets and tucked him into bed.
