"You're so fierce," he said.

Mo Xunuo, “…”

"I broke into the man's room in the middle of the night..." Ye Chen looked at her with a smile, "Are you afraid of seeing what you shouldn't see?"

Mo Xunuo, "...I haven't seen it before..." He also had a nosebleed in shame...

Ye Chen, “…”

Mo Xunuo was so angry that he was dying. It was him who was sick, but not her. Why could he treat his body so calmly?

She grabbed Ye Chen's wrist hard, pressed him to the edge of the bed, and glared at him fiercely, "If you are sick, you should look like a patient! No one stipulates that you cannot get sick!"

Ye Chen looked at her deeply. There was something in his eyes that made her soft-hearted. He closed his eyelashes and his long eyelashes cast two shadows on his cheeks. "What does the patient look like?"

Mo Xunuo said, "Yes... people who care about you will take care of you. When I was a child, I was sick and injured. Weiliang's mother kept guarding me, telling me stories, feeding me, singing to me, and she will satisfy me as long as I want. Although Feibai's father rarely talks, he also cares about me... Have you never been sick? No, you have stomach problems, and... don't your family know?"

Ye Chen curled his thin lips and raised his eyes and stared at her with a hint of expectation in his eyes, "I'm sick, you will stay and take care of me, right?"

"I...of course I will take care of you..." At least tonight, she had to watch this dangerous person who was a patient for the first time.

After all, she made him like this.

Ye Chen smiled, bewitching, and his expression showed a hint of joy, "Well, then I'm sick, you take care of me."

Mo Xunuo, “…”

Her inner feeling is a bit fucked!

never mind!

The eldest young master was sick and he didn't take it seriously. It was nothing if she moved him.

Mo Xunuo walked out and called Xiaobai to bring the medicine in.

Young Master Ye Chen said coolly and arrogantly, "Feed me."

That means, if she doesn't feed her, he won't eat it.

Mo Xunuo, “…”

He is a patient!

She endures it!

She stuffed the medicine into Ye Chen's mouth and brought another cup of hot water to hand it over.

“Too hot.”

Mo Xunuo, “…”

She blew twice, tried the temperature again, and handed it over again.

“Too cold.”

Mo Xunuo, “…”

Mama!

She served someone for the first time, and neither of her mothers was treated so well.

But when he saw Ye Chen's pale face, his anger was swallowed again.

She made a glass of warm water and tasted it herself. She felt that it was fine and handed it to Ye Chen.

While squinting his big black eyes, she would definitely beat him up if he had any trouble.

Ye Chen quietly finished a glass of water.

Seeing that her little ancestor who was still hard to serve finally took the medicine, Mo Xunuo took a deep breath.

Beauty is a beauty. Even if she is sick, she is still pleasing to the eye and elegant and charming, and has a more fragile fragility that is rare in daily life.

Mo Xunuo held his chin and stared at the sick beauty leaning against the head of the bed in a daze.

Ye Chen flipped through the Greek myth from the head of the bed to her, "Tell a story."

Mo Xunuo, “…I’m not your mommy!”

Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at her with a faint awe, "She was never here when I was sick."

Mo Xunuo was confused.

"My dad told me that men are not qualified to fall, so I have never been sick for so many years."

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