Hearing Che Xiaoxiao's explanation, Yuan Shanshan said with a somewhat ashamed expression:
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
"Don't be silly, who are we kidding, do we need to say sorry?"
Che Xiaoxiao suddenly hugged Yuan Shanshan's neck and said with a mischievous smile, "If you really feel sorry, then let me grab your chest."
As she spoke, her wicked hand made its move.
"Ah, no." Yuan Shanshan struggled quickly, her face flushed like the tide.
"No fighting or frolicking in the hospital!" a nurse reprimanded sternly.
Yuan Shanshan and Che Xiaoxiao both stuck out their tongues and went back to the ward.
"What were you two chatting about?" The old lady asked, puzzled. Was there anything that she couldn't hear?
"Nothing much, just that Shanshan felt shy. She originally told me not to mention that she had a boyfriend, but my big mouth accidentally let it slip," Che Xiaoxiao explained with a chuckle.
