He actually slapped him in the face right in front of him?!
"What's the matter, scared stupid?"
Tong Ran glared at him coldly, with a tone and expression that were strangely identical to the usual Mo Nanjue. She took advantage of his stunned moment to push him onto the bed, pulled over the quilt to wrap him up, tucking it in at the shoulder, "If you don't want another slap, just lie there properly. If I find out you've left the bed, I'll make sure you'll never be able to touch a woman for the rest of your life, understand?"
"..."
"I'll call Chen An and go downstairs to make something to eat. If you're feeling unwell, just call the maids; they're right outside the door," Tong Ran took a thermometer from the bedside, pulled open his robe, and had him clamp it in place, "A maid will come in to take it later; you don't need to get up, got it?"
"..."
Tong Ran's fair face sank as she patted his handsome cheek, "Didn't understand?"
