<h4>Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Smashed His Head 2</h4><h4></h4>


    Mo Ran was so angry that her cheeks were flushed red, and she helplessly poured him a ss of water.


    "Feed me," he shamelessly said.


    She really wanted to pour the water over his head!


    "Sit up," she said in a good-natured tone.


    "Help me up."


    Having no choice, she helped him sit up and drink the water. Then, under his gaze, she helped him lie back down and covered him with the nket.


    "There, are you okay now? I hope you won’t call me when you need to use the bathroom. I might be embarrassed, but I bet you would be too," she teased him on purpose.


    Who knew his skin was thicker than a city wall—he said calmly and without a blush, "If you’re not embarrassed, then why should I be? Rest assured, if I have such needs, I will definitelye to you."


    Mo Ran was speechless. This man usually seemed so serious and proper; why was he acting so out of character now, almost like a rogue.


    Could it be that the fall had knocked him silly?


    She looked at him strangely and tried asking, "Gu Yixuan, don’t you think you should go to the hospital for a check-up?"


    The man red at her, but she ignored it, "I’m worried there’s something wrong with your brain. We should really go to the hospital."


    In truth, she would be d if there was something wrong with his brain, but since she caused it, she had to take responsibility.


    "It’s your brain that has issues! Help me up, I want to go outside for a walk."


    "Aren’t you having a headache? You should keep lying down."


    "Just do what I tell you and stop arguing," he ordered imperiously.


    Mo Ran resentfullyplied and supported him to the garden in the back. There were a few ginkgo trees in the garden, all their leaves had turned yellow and were falling to the ground with the cold wind, scattering ayer of gold on the earth.


    Mo Ran, taking in the beautiful scenery, felt her mood lift and couldn’t help but hum a song.


    "What are you singing?" Gu Yixuan asked, turning his head.


    "The Three Bears."


    He smiled thoughtfully, "The Three Bears? There are only two bears here; we’re missing one. Why don’t you give birth to one, then we can sing about the Three Bears."


    Mo Ran red at him in embarrassment and annoyance, "Are you a bear?"


    "If you are, I don’t mind being one."


    "I’m not talking to you!" She let go of his arm and started walking ahead on her own.


    Gu Yixuan quickly took two steps to catch up, grabbing her hand and not letting go, "Ranran, have you ever thought about having a child?"


    Mo Ran came to an abrupt halt, her gaze incredulous as she looked at him, "Yours?"


    Gu Yixuan’s face became serious, erasing the smile, "If not mine, whose would it be?"