Before we even entered, Mùróng Yān had already dressed and was standing respectfully by the bedside.
When she looked up and saw Mùróng Zhuó carrying me in, a flash of utter astonishment crossed her delicate face. Her apricot-shaped eyes widened and her red lips parted slightly, clearly startled by this unexpected sight.
"Brother, you..." Her voice carried a trace of trembling disbelief, as though she could not believe her own brother would commit such an overstepping act.
Chapter 27