Huo Shaohua lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, not answering her words.
A wave of pain surged through his waist, and his hair roots were drenched in sweat.
Tian Xingyun got closer and noticed something was off with his complexion, paler than when he had left earlier.
His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if in considerable discomfort, and she even detected a metallic smell of blood?
Her heart started pounding, and she squatted beside him, reaching out to touch his forehead, which wasn't hot.
Huo Shaohua grasped her hand and opened his eyes to see her worried expression.
Warmth filled his heart, and he said, "I'm fine."
"Are you sick?" Tian Xingyun asked worriedly, her voice somewhat weak.
"Kiss me, and I'll be fine." Huo Shaohua smirked, his smile mischievous.
"Can you be serious?" Tian Xingyun blushed furiously, half-embarrassed, half-angry.
"I'm really fine. Go inside and sleep. It's not safe to leave our daughter sleeping alone."
