Three days later.
Jiang Mian lay limply sprawled across the bed, her legs weak and unwilling to move. Her pajamas had long since vanished without a trace.
Yet her inner pride propped her up as she turned her head and stubbornly looked at Ye Chenyang, who was still hard at work.
Their eyes met, and Ye Chenyang leaned down slightly.
His scorching breath brushed against her ear, bringing a faint tickle.
A while later, Ye Chenyang gently cleaned Jiang Mian up before lying down on his side beside her.
Jiang Mian immediately rolled over, wrapping her arms around his head in retaliation as she "demanded":
"We haven't seen each other for a while, and you've improved this much? Hmm?"
Listening to the heartbeat so close at hand, Ye Chenyang instead pushed his luck and rested his head against her.
"Wasn't someone rushing me? I was only following orders."
"Oh, so you're talking back now!"
Remembering how embarrassing she had been just now, Jiang Mian's anger flared. She directly sealed his lips.
Yet under Ye Chenyang's counterattack, she was the first to surrender.
As though electrocuted, Jiang Mian shrank into the corner of the bed, hugging her chest with both hands as she tearfully complained:
"Baby, you've turned bad..."
Seeing Jiang Mian's pitiful, heart-melting expression, Ye Chenyang hurriedly sat up, gathered her into his arms, and coaxed her softly:
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault."
Jiang Mian seemed quite pleased by this, but she still turned her face away and accepted his apology with a series of soft huffs.
Of course, Ye Chenyang could tell that Jiang Mian was doing it on purpose. Her inner drama queen had simply acted up.
There was no helping it. If he wanted to make her happy, he could only play along.
So Ye