After being scolded by him, Lian Ji cried even louder.
He even sneezed repeatedly, his face looking abnormally red and sickly.
Ye Siming frowned.
He bent over down and carried Gu Nuo'er into his arms.
The sleeves Ye Siming wore today were a little wide and his leisurely appearance at home made him shed his evil aura and look like a refined and noble young master.
At this moment, he raised his sleeve and covered Gu Nuo'er's mouth and nose.
The child blinked, feeling a little confused.
Ye Siming said in a low voice, "Cover up save he passes his sickness to you."
Gu Nuo'er felt a little uncomfortable, so she grabbed the back of his hand to express her dissatisfaction.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and leaned close to the child's ear, half threatening and half coaxing. "If you're sick, you'll have to drink very bitter medicine. If you're unwilling, I'll still have to spend a lot of effort thinking of ways to make you take medicine. For example, prying open your mouth…"
