Mo Ziye said he would take Qin Qingqing out for a stroll, not just as a casual remark.
As they walked out of the restaurant, he pulled her over and raised his hand to touch her forehead.
Qin Qingqing, slightly stiff, looked at him, "I don't have a fever anymore, I don't need to take medicine, right?"
"Mm, if you don't want to take medicine, then don't."
Mo Ziye didn't force her but instead held her hand as they walked towards the door.
"Brother Ziyi, let go, I can walk on my own."
Qin Qingqing wasn't used to being led like this. As she spoke, she struggled to free her hand from his grasp.
Mo Ziye glanced at her, as if to ensure she would follow, and only then released her hand, walking ahead.
Outside the living room, Qin Qingqing did not see Mo Ziye's car outside or inside the villa.
Seeing him striding towards the gate of the villa, she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Didn't you drive here?"
