He's always so casual and carefree.
But honestly, he wasn't hurt at all.
Still, the more Bo Huan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt in her heart. Sniffing, she muttered softly, "If you keep doing this, I won't like you anymore."
"Okay, I promise you..."
Hearing the man's deep voice, Bo Huan nodded, worried about pressing down on him, she quickly helped him sit up and softly said, "I told Mom and Dad that we're on vacation, so they won't worry."
"The blood vomiting before you fell unconscious was mainly due to your stomach being stimulated. Later, you can only have porridge and the like... I've already asked the assistant to prepare it."
"And... the director said you'll have a low-grade fever for a while. He's been using physical cooling on you, it might be a bit uncomfortable, but brother, hold on a bit."
Bo Qing listened as Bo Huan slowly explained everything, his thin lips pressing together.
When... did Bo Huan become so capable on her own?
