"What's the matter with you? And at a time like this!" Ye Xingguang glared at him, then reached into her pocket to fetch her cell and call the butler.
Ye Junqing did not stop her from making the call, his deep gaze fell on her delicate face, clearly enjoying her concern at this moment.
What if each bout of illness bought her concern? Who cares if he was sick every single day?
After dialing the number, Ye Xingguang pulled Ye Junqing to sit down on the single seater sofa. If the man made any move, she would promptly extend her hand, point at his nose, and warn, "I'm telling you, if you try anything unseemly again, you won't need to jump off the building, I'll push you off myself."
Ye Junqing smiled, his long legs sprawled, lazily sitting on the single seater, watching her, "Have you fallen for me, why are you so concerned about my fate?"