"Just lie down quietly and take your medicine. Don't be naughty or make trouble for the next few days."
Nie Yixiao had worked as a doctor while undercover in S Country, and now he could tell she just had a common cold.
Qiao Yongyong, seeing that being sick didn't soften him, fluttered her eyelashes and pulled his hand towards her.
"Are you trying to take an inch and then a mile again?" Nie Yixiao's eyes turned cold, but then he paused mid-sentence.
Qiao Yongyong pressed his hand to the palm print on her left cheek: "…and this, too. It hurt so much when you hit me yesterday."
Nie Yixiao knew that this girl was deliberately trying to provoke his guilt so that he couldn't get angry with her.
Her voice was sticky like sugar-coated threads, easily ensnaring someone's heart and making it difficult for them to get angry.
He frowned, guessing she probably learned it from her past boyfriends, yet he couldn't help but lightly trace the outline of the palm print on her cheek.
