Jiayi took a deep breath; at last, she wasn't so panicked, but she couldn't help but laugh and cry at her predicament.
With a flash of thought, she grew curious.
So, this man was ill?
That medicine wasn't some vitamin or cold remedy?
No wonder after he drank alcohol, Ade and the housekeeper were so anxious, insisting on having someone stay by his side to watch over him through the night.
She had never seen this man, who appeared cold and rational, show this side of himself.
If it was just ordinary pain, it certainly wouldn't make him lose his composure.
"Mr. Huo, pardon me for asking, but what exactly is your… illness?" she tentatively asked, tucked into the crook of his arm.
"As long as it's not contagious, it's fine," the man's deep voice floated over.
She pursed her lips, thinking if you won't tell me, then don't—playing hard to get for what?
A few minutes later, she shifted her petite frame slightly.
