The nurse carried a white enamel plate and walked up to Ye Tianxin.
"Ms. Ye, please stretch out your hand."
Ye Tianxin rested her left hand on a small pillow.
"Are you afraid it will hurt?"
Li Qingcang stood still, his posture handsome and elegant.
Even the nurse attending to Ye Tianxin could not help but take a second look at him.
She thought to herself that Ye Tianxin was lucky to have such a handsome and considerate boyfriend like Li Qingcang.
The nurse wondered if she would find such a good man, as well.
"Ouch."
Whenever Li Qingcang was around, Ye Tianxin seemed to behave more like a spoilt child.
Her coy demeanor was soft like candy floss; it endeared herself to everyone.
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and covered Ye Tianxin's eyes with his hand. "They will draw your blood later. You won't feel any pain if you don't see the needle."
Ye Tianxin replied meekly, "Alright."