บท 1437: He Wanted to Raise this Little Tiger

Qin Mo looked at her. For the first time, he rebutted someone so seriously. "Little Bo Jiu."

"Yes?" Bo Jiu scratched her ears. She wanted to touch his head again but looking at the little princess's expression, he didn't like it. Thus, she could only retract her hand.

Qin Mo emphasized in a cold voice, "I'm not weak. Remember this sentence."

"Yes, you're not weak. However, I don't want to see you getting sick," Bo Jiu said logically. "It's uncomfortable to be sick. Not only do you have to eat medicine, you can't go out and play too. You can't eat meat and can only drink porridge and eat vegetables. It's too uncomfortable. If you get sick, my heart will hurt."

Qin Mo's gaze froze for a moment. He looked at the little face under the morning rays. Maybe the sun was really bright today or maybe that pair of eyes was too clean. That must be why he felt warm in his heart.

No one had been able to notice immediately that he was uncomfortable.