"I won't pinch you anymore." Baili Xia pouted and gave him a sideways glance.
"Should we just call it even after this?" Mu Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, seeking confirmation.
Baili Xia really wanted to pinch him again, but these past few days, she truly felt increasingly unwell and didn't want to cause a fuss.
"It's even," she said indifferently.
Only then did Mu Xiaoyao stand up straight, satisfied. He stared at her pale face, wanting to say something, but he hesitated.
"You're talking more," Baili Xia smiled again.
Brother had indeed been talking a lot more recently. In the past, he was a man of few words, but now, not only did he care, but he also tried to find ways to talk and cheer her up.
"It's you who have become less talkative," Mu Xiaoyao ignored her comment and walked beside her on the small path through the vegetable garden.
Not knowing how long they had walked, he suddenly said, "Tonight... perhaps Mr. Nangong should check your health..."
