Bao Ye lazily lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes glanced at her, and his tone was flat: "Speak."
Jiang Ruan's eyes were filled with concern as she asked seriously, "Do you often suffer from insomnia?"
"Since when?"
Being questioned, Bao Ye's gaze paused, and even his tone became stiff. He replied without any inflection, "Forgotten."
"Who told you?"
His attitude was very cold.
He searched his mind for everyone who knew about this matter. Chen Nan wouldn't spill the beans, which only left the doctor at the castle.
A cold gleam flashed across Bao Ye's eyes.
Blabbermouths shouldn't be kept.
"No one told me." Jiang Ruan found it odd. It seemed like he was very afraid of her knowing about this, she said, "Last night you kept crying out in pain. I asked you where it hurt, you said your head, so I called the doctor. The doctor told me to feed you some medicine from the third drawer, but I found they were all for treating insomnia."
