They had both quarreled and insulted each other. Now, Su Chaoyang truly seemed to have lost a bit of his dignity. Where was the image of his past solemnity and seriousness that didn't tolerate humor or jokery? Mu Xiangwan also really couldn't handle him, so she caught his stubby buzz-cut and tousled it, "I'll let you off this time!"
The moment Su Chaoyang saw her hand going up, his brows tightened and he sternly said, "Seems like you've forgotten already about the IV needle roll?!"
His roar made Mu Xiangwan's arm freeze.
"Hehe...it's fine, it's fine..." Afraid of him keeping a stone face while yelling, Mu Xiangwan hurriedly showed him her hand, "No needle roll, you see."
Su Chaoyang took her hand back and carefully wrapped it in the blanket, "Alright, alright. Stop messing around and properly take your medicine."
"Hmm, what will you do then?" He can't possibly just sit here doing nothing, right?
