Wear it quickly and don’t mess with the cutie

However, Luo Ziye still looked extremely nervous, as if a small wound could be fatal in his eyes, and he nervously urged the doctor to treat it quickly.

During the free time when taking medicine, Qiao Muxi sat on the bed and couldn't help but think of Luo Ziye's kind grandma.

Grandma's current illness has been well treated, and she will be cured with another surgery.

Since Luo Ziye entered the entertainment industry and made money, grandma no longer used Qiao Muxi's money for medical treatment.

She doesn't care about money, and neither does Luo Ziye.

The money Luo Ziye earned, if Qiao Muxi hadn't refused to take it, would have been handed over to her.

After a while, Luo Ziye hurriedly came back with the medicine. The doctor told Luo Ziye the amount of each medicine and whether to take it before or after meals. Then he was called away by a little nurse to see other patients.

Luo Ziye was the only one left in the room, sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, concentrating on studying the ingredient list and precautions for the medicine he was taking.

Qiao Muxi quietly looked at his tall nose and focused eyes, and suddenly said sweetly.

"Ziye, is grandma in this hospital? I want to see her."

Luo Ziye put down the medicine for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed, holding her little hand and coaxing her warmly.

"Today? You need to have a good rest. We will go when you are well. Be good. I usually go to see grandma's condition when I have time. Don't worry."

They used to often visit grandma together.

Qiao Muxi also knew that grandma's condition had improved.

But Luo Ziye's career is getting better and better, as if everything is developing towards the trajectory of the previous world.

Apart from her being an exception, there is also the difference in their relationship.

The similar plot to the original one made Qiao Muxi a little flustered and scared.

She was not sure whether her grandma would die in an accident in the end. Luo Ziye valued his grandma so much. After all, the death of her grandma was the cause of Luo Ziye's suicide.

On the way back, until they arrived at home, Qiao Muxi looked gloomy and had something on her mind. When Luo Ziye asked her, she pouted and said nothing.

I have something stuck in my heart and I have no appetite to eat. I am so worried that I use a spoon to pick up the rice grains in the bowl.

Luo Ziye watched from the side but refused to eat, looking as listless as an eggplant beaten by frost.

After taking a bath and going to bed, Luo Ziye sat on the bed wearing a bathrobe.

The doctor said it was best for Qiao Muxi's arm not to get wet in the past two days, so Luo Ziye helped her wash it carefully and then took a quick bath herself.

He walked to the bed, and suddenly, unexpectedly, his hands were firmly placed on both sides of Qiao Muxi, confining her to the bed.

The distance between the two of them was very close. As long as Qiao Muxi wanted to, she could immediately kiss the thin lips in front of her that looked so kissable, exposing her chest and having extremely high-quality and tight muscle lines.

The scene in her mind when they took a bath together was really embarrassing.

Luo Ziye stared at the soft lips in front of him with dark eyes for a few seconds, as if he could bear it.

His throat rolled and he said hoarsely: "What's wrong? You're not happy, huh? Tell me if you're unhappy. Baby, if you're not happy, I feel even more uncomfortable. It feels like a needle pricking you."

As he said that, Luo Ziye grabbed one of her hands, spread his soft palm and put it on his chest: "Knead it."

Then he grabbed her hand and kneaded it gently. Because of Luo Ziye's posture, a large piece of her chest was under his nose. This bewitching look was caught by Qiao Muxi's eyes.

As expected, the thin-skinned Qiao Muxi's ears turned red and she shrank her hands in vain: "Enough, enough...I'm worried."

Luo Ziye quietly acted like a listener and encouraged Qiao Muxi to continue.

She pondered for a moment and slowly spoke her mind: "I'm afraid of you, afraid that you will... die."

"Why do you think so, baby?" Luo Ziye was secretly surprised for a moment, then continued in a warm voice.

Qiao Muxi seemed to have confirmed what she was thinking, as if Luo Ziye was really going to die, and her words were filled with tears: "If, if, because grandma's disease cannot be cured, you will die too."