"It's not that I don't want to order you around. It's that you carried me too roughly, making my stomach hurt even more." Before Ning Shiyu could finish speaking, Lin Nuan interrupted him.
What did Ning Shiyu want to do? Did he not understand her embarrassment? He could even bring up things that had happened hundreds of years ago. Even women were not as wishy-washy as him.
However, she was a little surprised that he still remembered such an incident from a long time ago.
It had been 12 years since that incident.
Ning Shiyu could not be bothered with her excuse and closed the door with a bang.
After a moment, Lin Nuan's impatient voice rang out. "I'm done. Carry me out."
Ning Shiyu was gentler this time. He carried her gently as if he was hugging a fragile object. "Lie down first. The doctor will be here soon."
"Mm"
Lin Nuan sat on the bed and stole a glance at Ning Shiyu.
