He could be sure that he had no improper thoughts about the young girl, but in his heart, there was an inexplicable surge of excitement and longing!
Meng Heming looked up at the blue sky, a touch of melancholy crossing his heart. Perhaps the girl's figure somewhat resembled someone from his memory. That person also seemed so fragile, and with her charming smile, always aroused the deepest affection in his heart!
Inside the hospital room.
Bao Shaojin walked in, carrying An Yin, and his cold eyes immediately looked towards the caretaker in the corner.
"Next time, don't let her go out alone." He emphasized coldly.
The caretaker, trembling with fear, stood up, "Okay, Mr. Bao!"
An Yin, belatedly realizing she was being carried, could not bother with propriety between men and women and immediately defended the caretaker.
"It's not her fault; I wanted to go out for some fresh air." An Yin hurriedly spoke up for the other party, one hand naturally resting on Bao Shaojin's shoulder.
