After the tall, straight man got into the car, Mu Shini immediately felt a chill creeping in. She felt cool and very comfortable.
She was drawn to the man, moving closer to him, her petite face rubbing against his palm. She sighed softly, "So comfortable..."
"Mu Shini, sit properly. I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Bo Sishen sat there, his voice cold and stern, his deep gaze falling on her delicate, pure, and intensely flushed face.
She had a perfect little face, with delicate features that weren't ostentatious. She had no trace of aggression, beautiful to the point of breathtaking yet inexplicably calming!
But Mu Shini remained unmoved. Her fair little hand drew circles on his chest, her face puzzled. "Are you Uncle? That Uncle Hei Che?"
She was currently in dire straits, but with her extraordinary memory, she still recognized Uncle's outline.
