"Mmm... Thank you, girl..."
His obedient appearance resembled that of a well-behaved little boy. Mu Xiangwan took care of him and for the first time discovered that taking care of someone could be so joyful and delightful. The feeling of being needed by him instantly inflated her ego.
No wonder he always liked to care for her meticulously as if she were his little daughter. In such situations, was he also harboring these sentiments?
"Wanwan..."
"Hmm?"
"I feel terrible." He closed his eyes again, his brows faintly furrowed, looking pitifully adorable as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his forehead, mumbling, "Help me rub it..."
His voice was husky, stirring both pain and tightness in Mu Xiangwan's heart; a burst of maternal brilliance erupted, making her wish she could embrace him like a baby and gently calm him.
Unfortunately, she couldn't physically manage him, so she could only hurriedly massage his head.
