Clang!
The medicine bottle slipped from Ning Xiaofei's hands, scattering its few remaining pills across the floor, and the small bottle rolled twice before stopping at Mu Tianye's feet.
She hastened to pick them up, but a large hand beat her to it, pinching the bottle between its fingers.
As Mu Tianye picked up the bottle with a puzzled look, Ning Xiaofei hurriedly snatched it back and hid it behind her.
Mu Tianye furrowed his brows, his tone laced with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
After pondering over it, he couldn't think of an approach he felt good about, eventually deciding to just put it on her and be done with it.
She wasn't stupid, she should be able to understand his intentions.
But to sweet-talk her like a young boy, he simply couldn't do that.
However, Ning Xiaofei's behavior was really strange; sneaking pills behind his back—could she be sick?
"I..."
