"Ye Tian, tell me the truth, is my illness very serious?" Yun Xinyan lay on the bed, gazing into Ye Tian's eyes.
In the recent period, Ye Tian had been a bit unusual, showing an excessive and even overprotective concern for her. Yun Xinyan was no fool; she vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking? Stop worrying about nothing," Ye Tian said with a chuckle.
To dispel her doubts, Ye Tian climbed on top of Yun Xinyan and started to caress her playfully, clicking his tongue teasingly, "Tsk tsk tsk, my dear wife, you've gotten plumper lately. Let your husband give you a kiss."
"Stop it, can't you be serious for once?" Yun Xinyan pushed Ye Tian away.
Ye Tian was promptly pushed off the bed, pretending to hug his knees, crying out as if in agony: "Ouch, that hurts so much! With such strength, how do you even look like a patient?"
