Mu Yunlie grinned happily, his eyes as pure as those of a naïve big boy.
Finally, he let go of Yan Qianyi and obediently stretched out his hand to her.
Yan Qianyi sat on the edge of the bed and took his pulse.
To her surprise, she found the toxins in his body were very restless.
"Did you use your spiritual power?" Yan Qianyi asked.
Even though he hadn't taken his medicine on time these past few days, the nerve toxins inside his body shouldn't be this agitated.
He must have used his spiritual power, and used it intensely, to have triggered the toxins in his body.
Mu Yunlie nodded and looked at Yan Qianyi with cautious eyes, "Wife, don't be angry."
"Why would I be angry?"
"You warned me not to use spiritual power."
Yan Qianyi tenderly rubbed Mu Yunlie's head, "I did warn you not to use spiritual power normally, but this time it was a special case, it's different."
"So, you're not mad?"
"Of course!" Yan Qianyi nodded vehemently.
