Nie Yixiao picked up a clean glass, poured a cup of cool boiled water, added a few ice cubes, and fed it to Qiao Yongyong.
Seeing her drink it all in one breath, her discomfort easing slightly, he prepared to put the glass down when she suddenly turned over—
"Bang!" The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces!
"Brother Yixiao, I still feel miserable… help me…"
Nie Yixiao's handsome face tensed.
"Qiao Yongyong, the hospital is just next door. Must you act so reckless to seek a man for your relief?!" His eyes darkened as he grabbed her unruly hand.
Though her mind was foggy with fever, she could vaguely discern the anger in his tone.
This man, in this lifetime, would never love her. The sole person in his heart was always that Miss Chu.
Tonight, under the influence of the medicine, if she gave herself to him, at least it would fulfill her deepest wish.
From now on, she would no longer entangle him.
She deliberately provoked his anger:
