Moreover, probably no one could use favors as leverage with such skillful ease and open candor as this man.
He didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.
Mo Shichen stayed silent; speaking was indeed a strain for him, and it hurt. His fingers gently pinched her fingertips, his eyelids drooped, concealing the emotions hidden in his eyes.
Wen Yi didn't say anything either. She didn't really want to agree with him and had no intention of doing so. A favor was a favor, guilt was guilt—what did that have to do with love? It wasn't like in ancient times when one was expected to repay a debt with their body.
But at times like this, she couldn't just ignore him.
With a sigh, she softly said, "I'll take care of you while you're in the hospital."
