Because she was still on intravenous drip, she could only use one hand, which was very inconvenient.
The man furrowed his deep brows, showing a fleeting trace of impatience. He grabbed her hand and pulled it suddenly.
"Ah!"
Mo Weiyi nearly fell over.
She quickly braced herself with both hands, looking somewhat startled and pale, "Can't you be more careful? What will you do if I put more pressure on you and it results in stomach bleeding? The doctor already said you shouldn't get agitated; you must mind your emotions..."
...
When it came to matters between men and women, Xiao Yebai was always assertive.
This was completely contrary to his outwardly appearance of a gentlemanly figure, always well-dressed and courteous.
In other words... he was a quietly debauched gentleman!
"No touching allowed."
The man narrowed his eyes, a suppressed resonant low voice reverberating. "Weiyi."
"What?"
"Call me."
"Call you what?"
"What did you use to call me?"
"Xiaobai?"
"Mm."
