Ye Che chuckled softly and, deciding not to tease Xia Weiyi any longer, set her down gently on the bed. Tucking the blanket around her, he lay down beside her.
Xia Weiyi rolled over, her little head peeking out as she tilted her face to look at the man beside her.
He was half-sitting against the headboard, gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. His slightly damp, disheveled hair framed his finely sculpted chest, half-bare. Even at thirty, he still maintained a figure that could inspire envy.
Feeling her gaze, Ye Che closed the book in his hands. "What's wrong?"
Xia Weiyi wriggled closer and snuggled up to his chest, her fingers tugging playfully at the tie of his robe. "Ye Che, I think you should go see a doctor. Get everything checked—internal organs, genes, internal medicine, external medicine, even men's health. Just get a full workup."
"I suspect you might've accidentally ingested some growth hormones or fertilizer as a child. How else could you have so much energy?"
