It seemed like the brown sugar water was really useful.
She finally didn't look so pale anymore.
Qiao Mianmian nodded. "Yes, I feel much better."
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Mo Yesi caressed her head again. "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable again. I'll make it again for you."
Touched, Qiao Mianmian looked up at him with doubtful eyes. "Mo Yesi…"
"Mm?"
"… Have you taken care of other women like this before?"
"No," he answered without hesitation. "Baby, you're the first."
A trace of sweetness spread to her heart, and the corners of her lips rose slightly as she asked softly, "Why?"
Lowering his eyes, he stared at her delicate small face intensely and replied, "I don't like them."
Qiao Mianmian was taken aback, but the smile on her face couldn't help but deepen.
The trace of sweetness seemed to multiply into a bunch of sweetness…
