After Feng Yihang found her pajamas, he walked to the bedside, "Huanhuan, go take a bath, your second brother has disinfected everything, and I've found clothes for you."
Feng Yihuan turned sideways, still feeling weak all over.
She couldn't help reaching out, "Carry me there, still tired."
She was used to this, having clung to him since she was little.
Feng Yihang always pampered her to no end.
Today, although she said she was almost eighteen, in his eyes, she was no different from a little child.
This child needs her brother's care, which is quite normal.
Feng Yihang scooped her up horizontally and carried her to the bathroom.
"Alright, wash yourself."
"Hmm..."
Feng Yihuan remembers when she was young, he used to help bathe her, but now that she's grown up, not a child anymore, how could she dare to ask for such a thing?
While Feng Yihuan was taking a bath in the bathroom, Feng Yihang took his computer into the study.
