Xiao Wu: Can I Call You Big Brother?

A few days later, Notting City Hospital.

The price of using the Eight Gates Released Formation had been too great. Yang Ming lay in a hospital bed, wrapped from head to toe in white bandages like a mummy. It was difficult for him even to turn over in bed, and raising an arm felt arduous. Every joint and every part of his body throbbed with waves of piercing pain.

Xiao Wu sat by the head of the bed with her head lowered, deftly peeling an apple with a small knife. She circled around one side of the apple, shaving off a long unbroken strip of peel and revealing the juicy flesh beneath.

Xiao Wu carefully cut the apple into small pieces, roughly the size of a thumb. She pinched one between her index finger and thumb, smiling sweetly at Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, be good. Open your mouth. Ahhh—"

Yang Ming's face darkened. Did she really think I was a three-year-old child?

Helplessly, his entire body hurt so badly that he could only roll his eyes in protest.

"I don't like fruit."

"I don't care. The doctor said eating more fruit will help you recover." Xiao Wu waved her cute little fist. "Even if you don't like fruit, you have to eat an apple every day."

Hearing that, Yang Ming let out an annoyed sigh and opened his mouth as though resigning himself to his fate.

Amusement glinted in Xiao Wu's eyes, and she secretly rejoiced. It was the first time she had seen Yang Ming reveal such a childish side, and it inexplicably brought them closer.

Her jade-like fingers pinched the apple piece and placed it in Yang Ming's mouth.

Inevitably, her fingers brushed against his tongue. Yang Ming had meant nothing by it, but that instant of contact