Fu Yi watched the petite girl tightly grasp Shen Liguang and found it amusing.
The cutest height difference really sparked the imagination.
Shen Liguang: "She's your sister."
Fu Yi: "Isn't my sister your sister too? Why are you being so formal with me?"
"But..."
"She's just feeling sick because of the fever. When my dad comes back, you can hand her over to him." Fu Yi dumped the troublesome Fu Ying onto Shen Liguang and returned to his room.
The delicate body in his arms trembled slightly, the shoulders heaving because of the crying.
The girl's tears soaked through his shirt, it must be very uncomfortable, she cried particularly heartbreakingly.
Shen Liguang just stood there, maintained the initial posture, motionless, letting her hold onto him, waiting for her to stop crying.
The girl's arms tightly encircled his waist, it was only the second time for Shen Liguang to be in such close contact with a girl besides work.
