Watching Tingxuan's somewhat impatient demeanor, Han Yi couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you thinking? Tingxuan, we're not married yet, don't try to take advantage of me!"
She sat up from the sofa and tidied her somewhat messy clothes.
He still went over and locked the door.
"Tingxuan, aren't you going to the company?"
"No, I'm going to take care of the patient!" He insisted on holding her.
"You!! I'm just having a cold!!"
"A cold is an illness too!!"
She couldn't argue with him, so she just shook her head.
He didn't need to go to work and could watch her idly like this.
But she had to do things.
Couldn't let herself idle.
The flowers in the garden haven't been tended to for a long time and were almost dying.
She put on gardening gloves, watered these flowers, pruned dead branches, and tidied the overgrown stems.
He silently helped her by handing her the watering can from the side.
