The distance between the two was just a few centimeters.
Ning Xixi's face turned shamelessly red.
The scent hitting her face was his faint mint fragrance, crisp and clean.
She tried to back away, but the chair back was right behind her, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.
"I don't want to go to the hospital!" Ning Xixi said nervously.
To her, the hospital was the last place she ever wanted to set foot in.
It was there that she lost her mother...
Ji Yebai tapped her little head and a teasing smile curved his lips: "But it seems you have quite a serious 'illness' here..."
What?
Did he just say she was mentally ill?
"Ji Yebai, I'm going to fight you! It's better to die than to be insulted!" Ning Xixi burst out in a second, swinging her pink fists at Ji Yebai's face.
Ji Yebai easily dodged and firmly grasped Ning Xixi's little hand,
"Keep fussing, and I might not... let you off so easily."
His hoarse and deep tone sounded like it had a hidden meaning.
