Can a phone call really betray your dignity as a doctor!
Tong Yan recalled the earlier scene and really wanted to cry.
Half an hour ago, the servant brought the meal to Tong Yan's room. Her eyes lit up, and she rolled up her sleeves, ready to eat, but was stopped by Bo Yimo standing aside.
Tong Yan looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Emperor Bo, what's your deal with not letting me eat! Are you trying to stir up trouble!
She watched with open eyes as Bo Yimo walked to her bedside, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a bite of food, and brought it to her mouth saying, "Open up."
A mundane gesture, yet he did it with the grace of a noble prince, every move elegant and eye-catching.
His voice was gentle and indulgent, as if wanting to immerse someone in it.
How could there be someone like him, flawless from head to toe, perfect enough to make someone scream.
