He Miao had just hung up when Jing Yan suddenly walked in from outside, bringing with him a cold air.
The first thing he did when he entered the room was to take off his coat so that He Miao would not catch a cold. After his body had warmed up a little, he walked slowly to He Miao's side and pinched her little face as he lectured, "Who told you to sneak out of the hospital to see Onion? Hmm?"
He Miao pried his hand off in pain and glared at him. "I went back to see you first."
Jing Yan's heart softened. He sat by the bed and touched her head, his voice unconsciously softening. "Why are you looking at me? Your health is the most important."
He Miao pouted unhappily and avoided his hand as she complained, "Jing Yan, you're not the only one who has a heart."
