During Yan Yu's recovery from his injuries, Chuzheng always said it was "just a minor injury", but she took meticulous care of him.
He asked for the stars, she wouldn't give the Moon; he asked for the Moon, she wouldn't give the stars.
"Baby, if you spoil me like this, I'll get spoiled."
"If I don't spoil you, who will I spoil?"
The girl's tone was casual, yet it seemed so natural.
Yan Yu was slightly taken aback.
Something in his blood was agitating, making his heart throb repeatedly.
He pursed his lips: "Baby, you're really great."
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng gave him a somber look: "Eat your food."
Yan Yu smiled, lowered his head, and sipped his soup. In the evening, Shen Siming finished his work and came to see him, bringing a few colleagues with him.
