Released from the tension, Yan Xinxin felt as though all the strength in her body had been drained. Her body gave out, her head tilted to the side, and she collapsed limply into Mo Chuxi's arms.
Mo Chuxi hadn't even had time to reprimand the woman standing at the door when he saw Yan Xinxin faint and his heart clenched with alarm.
"Xinxin!"
"Young Madam!"
Ye Wei'er also appeared particularly shocked and concerned as she bent down to pick up the medical kit that had fallen onto the floor and hurried inside.
Mo Chuxi was someone with mild OCD and an intense sense of private possession.
Their marital bedroom was a space he didn't want anyone else entering, aside from their two children.
Had Yan Xinxin not fainted, under no circumstances would he have allowed Ye Wei'er to step foot into their room.
Ye Wei'er took out a stethoscope and started to examine Yan Xinxin with great pretension.
