When she said this, Timothy no longer pressed her.
After breakfast, Timothy was about to leave.
He leaned close to Ye Anqi and kissed her cheek, "Have a good rest at home, call me if anything happens."
"Alright."
Timothy smiled charmingly, "Not giving me a goodbye kiss?"
"I just ate, haven't wiped my mouth."
"No problem, I don't mind."
"I mind, you should go. I don't want to talk..." My tongue hurts.
Timothy didn't press her further, ruffled her hair, and left.
Ye Anqi ate breakfast, then sat in the living room reading a magazine.
But she couldn't focus at all.
Ya Shitian was upstairs; she desperately wanted to see him.
Although he was still asleep, just seeing him would bring her peace.
Ye Anqi simply took the magazine to Ya Shitian's room.
She sat by the sickbed, finally calming down.
After reading the magazine for a while, she would lift her head to look at Ya Shitian.
