It would be best for him not to see each other again. She obviously thought so in her heart. Somehow, her voice became slightly hoarse as soon as she said the words. If she hadn't tried her best to suppress it, Yan Rong would have heard that faint hint.
sorrow and grief.
"Sister Xiaotong, patients can't be willful, especially in front of doctors." He treated her like a child showing off his temper, and patiently coaxed her, "Don't worry, I'm definitely more stable than that horse, no.
It will bump your wounds, don’t be shy, I’ve already hugged you, do you still need to carry me again?”
Zhuye Hitong bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled to hold back from bursting into laughter.
If it were anyone else who dared to talk to her in such a frivolous manner, she would have drawn out a sharp blade and chopped it down with a sword, but it was Yan Rong who used his unique joking tone, and she just wanted to laugh without any anger at all.
"If you continue to be coy and disobedient, I will have to tap your sleeping hole again and untie it when we get to the city. In fact, that is quite good. You don't feel embarrassed, and I don't have to worry about missing breakfast.
time."[
These words were obviously no longer a question. Yan Rong winked and made a face at her.