After speaking, she tried to touch his forehead with her hand to see if he was cold. But before her hand could make contact, it was wrapped by the man's large palm. Lowering his head, Ye Junqing looked pained, "Yes, it's difficult."
The difficulty was the insecurity and uncertainty inside his heart. What was tormenting him was the fear of loss.
Could he really change his contentious past relationship with Xiaoyuwei to now being mutually affectionate?
At this moment, Ye Junqing suddenly wasn't very sure.
"Ah? Then I'll leave with you." Ye Xingguang thought his old illness had flared up and wanted to accompany him to make a remedy, but she was pulled away by him.
Who expected Li Yu, who had seemingly slept enough for eight lifetimes, to suddenly stretch his long legs, sit up from the sofa, and yawn, "Where is the patient? Let me take his pulse."
Ye Xingguang said, "Brother Yu, your medical expertise can't cure this illness. Please go back to sleep, you sleepyhead."
