Su Nuannuan walked to the edge of the hospital bed and carefully pulled Jih Yunxiao's hand out a bit.
Then, her palm wrapped around his hand... The temperature was a bit cold, but his body temperature seemed normal.
This was indeed a very magical experience for Su Nuannuan, who had grown up; seeing a stranger lying in bed like this, she wasn't scared at all.
Holding his hand, she felt strange inside, yet there was no reluctance.
She turned her head and asked Meng Xing, who was looking for nail clippers, "Should I call him uncle, right?"
Meng Xing was slightly stunned; Jih Yunxiao was already in his forties, calling him uncle wasn't wrong.
He nodded and said, "Yes, are you planning to communicate with him? The possibility that he can't hear you is quite high."
"I'm bored; saying something even if he can't hear is fine. What if he can hear?"
Little girls just love daydreaming.
Meng Xing laughed and said, "Go ahead, say something."
Whatever makes you happy.
