"I wasn't bossing you around, you just carried me too roughly and made my stomach hurt more." Ning Shiyu hadn't finished speaking before Lin Nuan interrupted him.
What was Ning Shiyu trying to do? Couldn't he see her awkwardness? Why did he have to bring up exactly what shouldn't be mentioned, even things from a hundred years ago—no woman could be as petty as him.
But he could remember something that happened so long ago—she was a little surprised by that.
Counting on her fingers, that incident must have happened twelve years ago.
Ning Shiyu couldn't be bothered with her excuses, slammed the door, and went to the bedroom.
A moment later, Lin Nuan's impatient voice rang out: "I'm done, carry me out."
This time Ning Shiyu was actually gentle, lifting and setting her down softly, as if he were holding something fragile. "Lie down for a bit. The doctor will be here soon."
"Oh!"
Lin Nuan sat on the bed, secretly glancing at Ning Shiyu.
