In the bedroom, there were two gorgeous ladies and a good-looking young man lying down in bed.
A dazzling smile could be seen on the faces of the two ladies, while the handsome young man covered his mouth as if he wanted to vomit.
They were none other than Xiao Tian, his mother, and his aunt.
"Tian, why are you covering your mouth? Are you unwell?" Ye Xueyin, who saw her son covering his mouth, pretended to be concerned. Even though she knew the reason why he kept covering his mouth, she acted as if she knew nothing.
'Mother, stop making fun of me! Do you know what I feel right now?'
Xiao Tian shouted in his head while looking at his mother. He was unhappy after hearing his mother's words.
"Tian, your face is pale. Are you sick?" Ye Qingyu touched her nephew's forehead with her right hand as if she wanted to check whether her nephew was sick or not.