Jiang Qingli was already half-asleep. Hearing him chattering away, she kept her eyes closed and mumbled, "What damn bird?"
"That red-haired little bastard from the supervision center."
Qin Muye gritted his teeth just talking about the guy.
Que Feiling...?
An image of the Vermilion Bird flapping its wings at her surfaced in Jiang Qingli's mind, and she couldn't help but laugh at Qin Muye's wild imagination.
Suppressing her laughter, she ruffled Qin Muye's hair. "Don't be silly. Other than when I touch his forehead for healing, we have almost no physical contact. How could he possibly be interested in me?"
She offered an example, "Do patients fall in love with their doctors just because they're being treated?"
Qin Muye's tone was resolute. "His brain's messed up. He would."
He said it with the utmost seriousness.
Jiang Qingli couldn't hold back her laughter anymore, shaking in his arms.
"What are you laughing at?" Qin Muye was getting a little annoyed. "I'm serious."
