Bo Siyan's gaze swept over her little face filled with expectation, and with a curve of his lips, he nodded in agreement, "She is indeed quite ill."
"Exactly, exactly, my illness is not ordinary at all, it flares up unpredictably. If I'm not careful, and I frighten your family, then I would be guilty of a serious fault."
Bo Siyan chuckled lightly, his smile faint yet stunning, as his long fingers suddenly pinched Ning Xia's chin. He leaned in closer, and began to speak, his voice exuding an enchanting magnetism, "You have an illness, I have the cure!"
"...."
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Ning Xia was so frightened by Bo Siyan that she had no appetite for dinner, and as soon as she returned to her room, she collapsed onto her bed, as though dead!
What on earth was going on with the little tyrant's head? She couldn't for the life of her figure out what he saw in her.
