Jiang Yingchi chuckled: "What's wrong with it? Don't talk nonsense."

His behavior is similar to Ning Qiluo's refusal to allow Jiang Zhaoying to say he's old; it's the same principle.

She scooped a small piece of cake with a spoon and fed it to his mouth: "Try it, this is your birthday cake."

He opened his mouth, and she fed him the cake.

It might be a little sweet, or even cloying, but Ning Qiluo asked, "Is it delicious?"

“It’s delicious,” he said.

Ning Qiluo smiled, her eyelashes crinkling, and said to him, "Although it wasn't the birthday cake I prepared, I fed it to him."

Jiang Yingchi was perfectly aware that she was being overly attentive to him.

He then asked her, "Speak, what is it?"

Ning Qiluo hadn't expected him to ask so quickly. Luckily, he couldn't see her; she was incredibly embarrassed. So she whispered, "No matter what I do, you won't be angry, right?"

"Huh? What did you do?"

Jiang Yingchi really couldn't guess what she had done behind his back this time.

Ning Qiluo smiled secretly, then turned around and walked towards the ward door.

She locked the door, preventing outsiders from easily pushing it open.

Jiang Yingchi heard the voice, her eyes flickering. Ning Qiluo felt like a human trafficker, her conscience pounding.

Fortunately, he couldn't see her, so he couldn't see her predicament.

She pulled him to sit down on the sofa, and then she sat down next to him. Jiang Yingchi raised his eyebrows, sensing that it might not be a good thing, and wanted her to stop talking and go to sleep.

But Ning Qiluo wouldn't allow it, so she obediently sat down beside him: "Jiang Yingchi, if I carry you on my back..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yingchi's face darkened.

Judging from the beginning of those words, it certainly wasn't a good thing.

Seeing his darkening expression, Ning Qiluo felt a sudden surge of fear, more than just fear; she panicked. But she tried to calm herself and changed her approach, saying, "I've thought about it carefully. If your eyes don't get better, I won't let myself suffer... Do you understand?"

So that's what it means.

Jiang Yingchi was wrong; her composed expression quickly softened again.

He slowly reached out and tentatively stroked her cheek, saying, "I understand, you don't need to worry. I already said that earlier."

Yes, he did say that.

If his eyes really couldn't get better, why would he bother her? No way.

He let go cleanly, disappeared from her world, and didn't disturb her future life.

Ning Qiluo had already prepared her next words, but after hearing his reply, her nose tingled with emotion.

She had already pulled open the collar of her bathrobe and moved closer to him: "I actually... I was with someone else, I..."

Jiang Yingchi's handsome face darkened again: "Others? Who are you talking about?"

Ning Qiluo was terribly panicked.

She tried a different approach, wanting to find a natural beginning, so she used reverse psychology. But what if Jiang Yingchi really got angry? She definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I, I, I couldn't resist the temptation, I..."

Suddenly, he gripped her shoulders tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, his voice almost reaching the bottom of a valley: "Who is it?"

Come, come, here I come.

The opportunity has arrived.

Take advantage of their unpreparedness.

Ning Qiluo broke free from his grasp, suddenly took a step forward, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

Jiang Yingchi was still burning with anger.

Caught off guard by her kiss, his anger subsided almost entirely. Instead of pushing her away, he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss, forcefully taking her away.