Little Gray Cat looked at him with an unhappy face, and didn't seem interested in taking the bottle.
"What's wrong? Not drinking?"
Just a moment ago, when they returned to the room, this little guy was drinking milk so obediently, so why isn't he drinking now?
"..."
Feng Liyan was a bit upset, not sure whether he was annoyed at Qing Yi for changing his bed or for handing him a bottle in front of others.
This guy, knowing full well that I'm a germaphobe, still brought me to someone else's room and even put me on someone else's bed, is he doing this on purpose?
If you don't want to take care of me, at least send me somewhere far away, what do you mean by sending me next door?
Do you plan to come visit me whenever you're in the mood?
If Feng Liyan were not still in pain, he would have definitely jumped off the bed and gone back to his room.
To be honest, this room is much tidier and cleaner than Qing Yi's room, but he still prefers to stay in Qing Yi's room.
