852 Can I hold your hand?

After wiping her dry, he even personally helped her put on clothes.

She could not help feeling that she was a respectable empress!

The vigorous and mighty CEO actually became the embodiment of a loyal servant!

Amused by her thoughts, she chuckled.

He lightly stroked the bridge of her nose. "Stupid woman, what are you laughing about?"

"It's nothing!"

She hurriedly hid her smile.

Can't let him know what I'm thinking, or I'll die in his hands!

The man peeked at her. He could tell that she was likely criticizing something from her sly look.

He laughed and gave her cheek a peck.

He could not help thinking, How lovable and hateful this little woman is!

There was a hairdryer in the bathroom, so he held her in his embrace and blew her hair dry lock by lock.

She was secretly happy deep down.

Although this man usually appeared haughty and inviolable, he was mostly very patient in front of her.

She sighed inwardly in extreme satisfaction from receiving his special treatment!

As he carried her back to the bed, she asked, "When can I be discharged?"

"You want to leave the hospital already?"

He shot her a glare.

She nodded profusely. "Of course, I do. I have lain in the hospital bed for two whole days, and I'm bored to death already! If I carry on lying here, my limbs will surely degenerate in function!"

"Your fever has just subsided, so you must stay for at least one more night."

"I don't want!" She pouted and hugged his arm. "Bring me home, alright? I don't wish to stay in the hospital any longer!"

His heart melted at her 'bring me home' words.

The man was stunned for a moment as he was enveloped by an endless warmth!

Return home…

His thin lips lifted into an arch.

"Alright, I'll bring you home!"

"Yay!"

Hence, he left to settle the hospital discharge procedures.

…

The Mu Group's private hospital was located at the expensive belt of the city center, so bustling shopping malls surrounded it.

Little Yichen and Youyou stepped out of the hospital. With the younger boy leading the way, the two little lads proceeded to walk toward the city center.

All the way, the older boy trailed after his brother. From time to time, he would steal glimpses of his little handsome face. The latter seemed to be in a good mood today; at least, it was rare that he did not wear his cold expression.

His mood probably changed for the better with the subsiding of their mother's fever.

"Youyou!" he called out from the back.

The boy smiled as he turned his head. "What?"

He revealed his dimples when he beamed at him. "Why are you walking so fast?"

"You're the one who's walking so slowly," the other answered, continuing to head forward.

The older boy caught up to his brother and walked alongside him.

He bowed his head and fidgeted with his clothes' hem before suddenly saying, "Youyou…"

"Hm? What now?"

Annoyance was written on the younger kid's face.

"Can I hold your hand?" he carefully asked. There was a shy and expectant look on his face.

Startled, the younger one rejected him at once. "No."