"How can one be so frail, it's just anemia, right? I feel pretty good after the IV, and my stomach doesn't hurt as much either." Ye Anran really did feel a lot lighter and nowhere near weak enough to be unable to walk on her own.
As she spoke, she pushed against him, wanting to get down and walk by herself.
But Bo Jinyu simply tightened his arms around her and with barely parted lips, said one word, "Behave."
"Anran, just listen to Uncle Bo, others would kill for this kind of privilege!" Zuo Aiai quickly added.
Ye Anran blushed, but seeing how insistent Bo Jinyu was, she felt it wasn't right to say anything more and silently let him carry her out of the ward, all the way through the corridor to the elevator.
When they entered the elevator, several people were inside, so she, her face flushed, could only bury her face in his chest, out of sight, out of mind.
It was truly embarrassing.
Yet, being pampered and cherished by him like a child, she felt genuinely happy.
