"No problem, I'll just drink some porridge, and then I'll lie down for a bit when I get back. By evening, I'll be bouncing off the walls." His mood seemed good today, as he was even in the mood to joke with her.
Song Weiyi stretched her pretty face long, her eyes glaring at him, not buying his story at all.
"Pei Yibai, take me to the hospital." Song Weiyi roared.
She truly wanted to pry open Pei Yibai's skull to see what it was made of, why he was so stubbornly contrarian about this.
"I'm hungry." Song Weiyi's face flushed with a natural rosiness, like a tempting apple, one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
If Pei Yibai had nothing else to do at the moment, he would have followed his heart's desire and taken a bite.
But he had a fever and showed signs of a cold, and he didn't want to risk passing it on to Song Weiyi, so he shelved that thought.
"Don't try to change the subject, just go to the hospital with me," Song Weiyi said, gripping his hand with a firm tone.
