Watching as she had just finished speaking, Dylan suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally. She let out a surprised cry, instinctively holding onto Dylan's neck.
Dylan scolded, "Don't talk back. You have to listen to everything the doctor says. For the next half a month, while you're taking medicine, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen. You must use hot water to wash your face and brush your teeth... no cold watermelon, and you can't drink cold water either..."
Dylan listed a bunch of prohibitions, and all Nell Harris could hear was no, no, no...
She really wanted to ask: With all these prohibitions, what can I still do?
She had never felt so pampered, like being held in the palm of someone's hand. It was warm, but also a bit uncomfortable.
She secretly thought in her heart, Dylan... is he being too nice to me?
Is it love? Or... merely gratitude?
