Bei Yiyi was taken aback.
Then she immediately came to the bedside, nervously checking the situation, "Wu Yao, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Tell me quickly, I'll take you to the hospital!"
Wu Yao, who had been silent, coldly tossed out two words, "Not going!"
This tone clearly still had a childlike sulkiness.
After that, Wu Yao said nothing more, pulling the quilt higher, revealing only a pair of tightly closed narrow eyes. His ink-black hair still carried undried moisture, wetting the pillow he slept on...
Bei Yiyi was utterly helpless, taking the dry towel beside the washbasin, "Get up, I'll dry your hair."
Wu Yao acted as if he hadn't heard anything, not moving an inch.
Bei Yiyi knew, it was because she had just chased him away, and he was sulking with her. She intended to ignore him, but recalling he had mentioned a headache earlier, lying there soaking wet would only worsen it.
