Powerless to watch Bi Xia, who had duped him and then ran into the room, Ji Qiutang followed him inside with a hint of laughter in his clear gaze. But before he reached the door, he suddenly found he couldn't move his feet. Looking up, he saw the boy sitting in the middle of the bed, his starry eyes glistening blue, looking at him with a faint smile.
Understanding immediately, Ji Qiutang sighed softly, took a step back, and leaned against the door frame. "You little heartless one, you've taken over the bed, and I still need to get a blanket. Otherwise, if I catch a cold, you'll have to take care of me."
"Why should I take care of you?"
"It's okay if you don't want to," Ji Qiutang said casually with a smile. "But if Aunt Xia finds out I'm sick because of this, do you think she'll feel guilty and do something with my father..."
