Without knocking, Li Mochan carried a garment bag and pushed the door open.

The crystal chandelier above collided with light, casting mottled shadows on the wall.

Hearing the noise, the woman sitting at the vanity turned her face, her clear, jade-like small face bursting into a bright smile.

Ye Jiuliang turned off the hairdryer, stood up, and walked toward him, "Where’s my clothes?"

Li Mochan raised his hand to pinch her small face, frowning slightly, "Why didn’t you wrap yourself in a blanket, what if you catch a cold?"

Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lips and reached for the garment bag in his hand, "I’m not that fragile."

She walked towards the bathroom, with the person behind her following closely.

At the entrance of the bathroom, she suddenly turned around, putting her hand on his chest, "Mr. Li, I’m going to change clothes, OK?"

Li Mochan moved a step forward, half-blocking the door with his body, "I’ll keep you company." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Scram." Ye Jiuliang cursed smilingly, pushed him out, and then closed the door.

Last, she didn’t forget to lock it.

Li Mochan lowered his gaze to the key stuck in the door, his crimson lips curving into a playful smirk.

The little wolf cub has frozen numb.

All the dresses prepared for women on the cruise ship didn’t meet Li Mochan’s standards, so in the end, he picked out a smaller-sized casual outfit from the men’s selection.

Just like his, it was in a black series.

Ye Jiuliang shook the clothes, not bothering to check the style, and slipped them on.

Suddenly, the door opened from the outside.

Ye Jiuliang reflexively turned around, pulling down on the hem of her clothes in a haste.

Her slender waist, white as suet jade, prompted a flash of pity in Li Mochan’s eyes.

"Li Mochan, are you asking for a beating?" Ye Jiuliang adjusted her clothes and gave him a disdainful glance.

"How did you get in?"

Li Mochan raised his hand, the keys dangling from his fingertips caught her eye, innocently he said, "You didn’t take the keys out of the door."

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

Stepping out of the bathroom, Li Mochan poured her a cup of hot water and handed it to her before turning to fetch a comb.

"How is Little Tuanzi doing?" she asked after taking a sip of water.

Li Mochan stood behind her, combing through her disheveled hair with the comb, "He’s awake, the doctor said he just caught a chill and needs to take medicine, nothing serious."

Hearing this, Ye Jiuliang felt somewhat relieved; thankfully Little Tuanzi had been unconscious and unaware of what happened, or else it would have been easy for him to be traumatized.

"You should drink some too." Ye Jiuliang brought the cup to his lips, urging him.

Li Mochan curled his lips, drinking water from her hand.

The two went to Little Tuanzi’s room and upon pushing the door, they heard Little Tuanzi crying.

"Don’t want, Baby doesn’t want to take medicine."

By the bed, Charles and the old lady were beside themselves with worry, the grandmother comforting Little Tuanzi in her arms.

"Grandpa Charles." Ye Jiuliang walked in.

Seeing Ye Jiuliang, Charles’s face lit up with joy as if seeing a savior, "Ye, please convince Bentley for me, he just won’t take his medicine. He’s feverish, and he must."

Ye Jiuliang gave him a reassuring look and walked to the bedside, "Why is Little Fatty crying, huh?"

Little Tuanzi was crying breathlessly, his plump little face abnormally flushed.

Seeing Ye Jiuliang, Little Tuanzi felt so wronged, stretching out his little arms toward her, "Sister, hug."

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but smile, she went with his request and lifted him, taking a tissue to wipe his tears, "Little Fatty, you won’t look handsome if you keep crying."

Holding back his tears, Little Tuanzi tilted his head back, his curly lashes glistening with teardrops, looking so pitiful, "Sister, Baby doesn’t want to take medicine."