"I've told you not to talk about these messy things anymore. He'll get angry if he hears it."
Baili Xia glared at Ning Anran again and repeated.
It was then that Ning Anran bit her lip and didn't speak any more.
As she lay down on the bed, she continued to tilt her head, staring at Baili Xia.
Xiaxia is really good, good in every way.
She's beautiful, has a good figure, and her whole person looks so delicately fragile.
No matter who she leans on, she always has the appearance of a little bird depending on a man.
And her temperament, an inherent purity, making her look as pure as a saintly princess.
Sometimes, she really envies her, she really envies her.
"What are you looking at?" Baili Xia poured her a cup of warm water, walked to the bedside, and handed it to her.
Only then did Ning Anran remember that she hadn't taken her medicine yet.
She quickly got up and, under Baili Xia's care, took her medicine.