Ye Anqi wasn't sure if it was because his embrace was too warm and reassuring that she fell asleep without realizing it.
Then she had many strange and complicated dreams.
She couldn't remember exactly what she dreamt of, but when she woke up, she suddenly had a cold.
The plane hadn't reached its destination yet.
Ye Anqi could only take some cold medicine.
Ya Shitian helped her check her temperature, which was still normal.
Leaning against the headboard, Ye Anqi reassured him, "I'm fine, I'll be better soon after taking some medicine."
Ya Shitian gently rubbed her head, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
"Just something light."
"Okay, I'll make it."
Ya Shitian got up and instructed Jon, who was leaning on the side, "Don't disturb your mom too much."
Jon nodded, "I know."
He wasn't an immature child.
Once Ya Shitian left, Jon immediately climbed onto the bed and reached out his small hand to touch Ye Anqi's forehead.
