Darren was in deep thought when he noticed Yan Ying shifting her weight from one leg to another before completely leaning against the tree behind her. Seeing her complexion, he touched her forehead and his brows knitted up, "You still have a fever? Who let you discharge in this condition?"
"I'm fine," she opened her eyes and pushed his hand away. However, he could tell that her push wasn't strong enough like usual.
Darren pulled her ear while hauling her towards his car. "You're an impossible creature. If you're sick just stick in the hospital. Why do you have to show-off this much? There is nothing wrong with taking a break once in a while!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" she was trying to let him know that he was hurting him but apparently the message wasn't getting across at all. Because Darren almost threw her in the backseat of his car while she kept fuming, "Regan! Can't you be a little nice to me? What's with this barbaric treatment?"
