...
He just liked Lian Xinying that way.
Like a gentle little kitten.
If only she could be like this when he was healthy.
"You're ill now, so of course I have to take care of you," she whispered.
Her eyes were as bright as the stars outside the window, dazzling and captivating.
"And what about when I recover?" he asked.
"Once you've recovered, then it's your turn to take care of me! I still prefer the feeling of being cared for by you," Lian Xinying murmured softly.
Was it because of the age difference? Or perhaps it was a matter of personality?
In his presence, she always tended to rely on him.
Even now as he lay in bed, she still wanted to lean into his arms and act coquettishly.
"Of course, having the chance to take care of you now makes me very happy."
Afterward, she brushed his teeth, massaged his feet... attending to him with great care.
The next morning, she had someone buy fabric.
