962 Emerging from the Deep Ends of Her Memory

Yu Yuehan replied, "In that case, why are you displaying a sullen face, as though you are attending a funeral?"

"…"

Forget it if his wounds hurt like mad!

At the very least, she would not be teased by him just because her heart was aching for him.

Even though Nian Xiaomu was cursing him silently in her heart, her actions did not match with her thoughts as she picked up the cup of water on the table and carefully fed him.

Yu Yuehan stared at Nian Xiaomu, who seemed to be very keen on taking care of him, just as she would take care of a child. As she put the cup of water against his lips, he raised his eyebrows but still cooperated and drank it.

He felt very comfortable being taken care of and subconsciously wanted to cushion the back of his head with his hand.

He had forgotten that his right hand was injured. As such, his expression changed the moment he stretched his wound.

"Does your wound hurt? I'll call the doctor over!"