At this moment, he truly couldn't control his emotions, nor could he control the cold syndrome.
Xiao Jihan was surrounded by a dense aura of sorrow and depression.
It seemed as if he was about to shatter.
Su Muyao looked at him like this, and couldn't harden her heart.
"You know, if you don't want to leave, then don't leave."
"Feeling a bit better is good."
"How about I help you control the cold syndrome first, and we can talk about the rest later."
Xiao Jihan's deep and clear eyes locked onto her, seemingly carrying a trace of allure as he said softly, "Come to my room."
"It's inconvenient for the wife to treat me here."
Su Muyao met his gaze, her expression momentarily dazed.
Why did she feel like Xiao Jihan's eyes were somewhat soul-stirring at this moment?
Especially his voice seemed, somehow, lower and more mellow, with a charming entanglement.
"Alright, let's go to your room first then!"
