In order to stay outside the operating room, following hospital protocol, Bao Gucheng wore a light blue sterile gown over his dark green uniform.
However, when he stepped forward and embraced Zuzi, his arms unconsciously tightened, and even through the loose sterile gown, one could faintly feel the muscle tension, exuding a powerful yet invisible strength.
Zuzi buried herself in the man's chest, taking a deep breath of the faint aroma that he emanated, she smiled contentedly: "Xiao Chenger, you're not being obedient, not listening to the Ancestor, you took the coat with you."
Bao Gucheng was momentarily stunned, then leaned down slightly, his thin lips close to her ear, patiently explaining word by word: "I had it on all night; I folded it up and placed it on the bench this morning."
He even deliberately sent a message, using it as an excuse to say blush-inducing, heartwarming words; how could he deceive her.
Zuzi curled her lips: "Hmm, keep it with you, it might get cold."
