Seeing him about to throw off the blanket, Ning Xiaofei immediately pressed her hand down on the corner of the blanket, speaking in a fierce tone.
"Just lie down and don't move, I'm going to cook some porridge for you to drink. Do you hear me?"
The man frowned.
That brat, yelling at him again?!
"Do you hear me?"
She raised her voice.
Mu Tianye's eyebrows furrowed, then after a moment, they relaxed, and the corners of his eyes slowly lifted.
"Alright."
Only then did Ning Xiaofei turn and leave, hurrying downstairs, rummaging through the fridge and cabinets but couldn't find any Xiaomi.
She furrowed her brows, turned, and ran back out, glanced around, and instinctively grabbed the half-drunk bottle of wine from the rack, poured out the remaining wine, filled it with hot water, resealed it with the cork, wrapped it in a towel, and carried it upstairs, tucking it under the blanket against his stomach.