Chen Yiran couldn't help but twitch his lips, speaking helplessly to Tianxin, "Tianxin, I'm a patient now."
"So what??"
"Shouldn't you be satisfying all the needs of a patient?" Chen Yiran asked Tianxin pitifully.
"NO! WAY!" Tianxin was very direct to Chen Yiran, "If you know you're a patient then rest properly, why are you still playing with the computer? You have a stomachache and yet you're still eating instant noodles. Why don't I just buy you a bag of preservatives and feed you that? Lie down! I'll go cook!"
"Okay." Chen Yiran obediently closed the laptop on his lap, tossed it to the other side of the bed, and looked at Tianxin with anticipation filled deep eyes, just like a little puppy awaiting to be fed.
"..." Tianxin grinded her teeth, gazing at the man before her. She wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but he seemed to be playfully taking advantage of his illness….
Pretentious? Chen Yiran??