Turns out it doesn’t hurt anymore, she even has the energy to talk back to him.
Yan Yan firmly refused to give in: "It will still hurt after eating."
"Let’s wait until you’re better nourished."
Yun Qiluo: "When will that be?"
Yan Yan leaned lazily against the headboard: "I don’t know, ask the doctor."
The young girl sniffed a bit and stopped making a sound.
She hated doctors the most.
Wouldn’t want to ask the doctor.
During dinner, Yun Qiluo was much better, able to get out of bed and eat on her own.
After eating, the doctor brought over the medicine.
She initially refused to take it, but Yan Yan coaxed her with candy she liked, and in no time, she obediently took it.
Possibly because she feared the cold during her period, after taking the medicine, she cuddled under a blanket watching TV.
Yan Yan wanted to return to his study but feared she might be in pain later, so he had to bring his laptop to her room, working at her pink writing desk.
Working amid a sea of pink for the first time, Yan Yan couldn’t help but question his life choices.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have listened to Housekeeper Chen that a girl’s room must be pink to be pretty.
It’s not little one likes pink that much?
Luo Luo just couldn’t sit still, a classic case of forgetting pain once the wound healed. Once her stomach felt better, she not only watched TV happily but also intermittently chatted with Yan Yan.
They were all pointless topics.
Like asking what shows he’s watched, what flavor of ice cream he likes, whether he wants to play games, and so on.
Yan Yan, while facing the computer, occasionally responded to her.
This might be the first time in his life someone wanted to chat with him, Mr. Yan, about such mundane topics.
Hearing her soft voice occasionally, he surprisingly didn’t feel impatient. Instead, he quite enjoyed it.
Realizing this made him pause.
Then the young girl’s voice, with a bit of a milky tone, sounded again:
"Beautiful woman, what do you do every day at work?"
Yan Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Meetings, looking at reports, going over plans."
"Sounds so boring." Yun Qiluo couldn’t help but wrinkle her little brow.
Though she didn’t understand what reports or plans were.
Yan Yan added, "Sometimes I go on business trips."
She understood business trips, her eyes lighting up: "Where to?"
"All over, aside from domestic cities, frequently to a few countries in Europe and the Middle East."
Yun Qiluo was hearing about these for the first time.
She immediately got interested, not watching TV anymore, gazing at him eagerly: "Are those places fun? Are they as beautiful as on TV?"
Yan Yan closed his laptop, spoke lazily: "Just average."
He’s not there for fun.
Unlike her, with her mind full of just play.
Yun Qiluo asked again: "Do you fly there?"
The young girl was so excited her face was flushed: "I want to go too! Beautiful woman, can we go tomorrow?"
"..." Yan Yan glanced at her: "Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?"
Yun Qiluo smugly shook her head: "Doesn’t hurt anymore."
The man leaned back against the chair, his phoenix eyes lazily watching her, for a while, spoke: "Be good, I’ll take you next time there’s a chance."
"Oh yeah!" Yun Qiluo immediately jumped up from the bed with joy, pounced toward him and kissed him on the cheek, "Beautiful woman, you’re the best! Let’s pinky swear, a hundred years no change, whoever changes is a puppy!"
Yan Yan’s temple couldn’t help but twitch.
No one in his life has dared to play such childish things with him.
He never knew what the point of a pinky swear was, would you really turn into a puppy if you broke it?
But seeing her face full of anticipation and excitement, he lazily extended his hand to link pinkies with her.