"Younger Uncle..."
Perhaps the atmosphere was too tranquil at the moment, Yan Xiaye's slow blinks settled on the man's inscrutable handsome face, which seemed to stick there, making it difficult to look away. She doubted whether she was still dreaming.
"Hmm."
Li Yuntang, looking completely at ease, gazed at her; his narrow pupils reflected only her image, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
Yan Xiaye nodded subconsciously, then quickly realized and immediately sat up with the quilt, only then noticing Little Yunduo, who was so small that she had accidentally overlooked her.
The loose hospital gown slipped from her shoulder, revealing a patch of porcelain white skin.
A shadow of darkness fleetingly passed through the man's eyes, and before the doctor could enter, he discreetly pulled her collar up for her.
The slightly calloused fingertips brushed briefly against the girl's delicate skin, a seemingly inconspicuous gesture, yet his indulgent demeanor was hard to overlook.
