"She's not my girlfriend," Li Xiaoran corrected with a straight face.
He laid her back on the bed.
At this moment, Qiao An realized that Li Xiaoran's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Annoyed, Qiao An said, "A useless scholar."
Li Xiaoran was speechless.
Did she think he was weak?
He worked out regularly, and the one thing he didn't lack was strength.
Li Xiaoran played a prank. "Qiao An, I'm sweating not because I'm tired, but because I'm frightened. You seem to be paralyzed."
Qiao An looked instantly uncomfortable.
"I … don't want to be paralyzed."
She sobbed and said, "Dr. Li, aren't you the authority in this area? You must treat my legs!"
Li Xiaoran sighed and spouted nonsense in all seriousness. "Sigh, you're the one who said that I'm a useless scholar. I can't do anything about your legs."
