Mention The Pot That Doesn't Boil

'Oh….'

She scrunched her brows and glared at him. She then stretched out her hand to push him away.

At that moment, Yan Rusheng had already backed away and he straightened his back. He appeared unruffled and said, "Close your eyes and sleep now. If not, it wouldn't be a kiss anymore."

He threatened her with a glare.

Xuxu didn't dare to challenge him back and closed her eyes immediately. She didn't want him to do anything inappropriate in front of a child.

Yan Rusheng curled his mouth in satisfaction and turned around to sit by the bed.

"Remember to check Huanhuan's temperature later," Xuxu said.

She was still worried and couldn't help but remind Yan Rusheng again.

"Hmm." Yan Rusheng nodded and stretched his long-fingered hand to touch Huanhuan's forehead. Her fever seemed to have subsided.

His huge hand brought warmth to Huanhuan and she dropped her guard against him.