“Yaoyao, stop causing trouble…”

Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows as he tried to pull Song Yaoyao away.

But he discovered she was gripping very tightly. Each time he pulled a finger free, she immediately grabbed on again.

Song Wenchuan couldn't laugh nor cry. “Song Yaoyao!” he reprimanded helplessly. “If you keep causing trouble, I'm going to hit you. If you don't go to the hospital when you're sick, you're going to regret it if something goes wrong!”

“I'm fine.”

Song Yaoyao's lips were dry and her voice was weak.

She used Song Wenchuan as a support, sat up, and looked at him stubbornly. “Since the car has stopped, I noticed a chestnut store across the road. Go buy some for me.”

“Yaoyao, stop it.”

Song Jingwan stepped out of the car and stood behind Song Wenchuan. “If you want to be childish, there's a time for that. Right now, Wenchuan is really worried about you.”

But the usually obedient Song Yaoyao did not act like herself and was extremely noisy.

“I want to eat it. Buy it for me right now!”

She raised her voice, but due to the raspiness in her throat, it sounded a little sharp.

Song Wenchuan was worried but helpless. “Go to the hospital first. After the doctor confirms that you are okay, I will buy you whatever you want to eat, alright?”

“No!”

Song Yaoyao grabbed onto Song Wenchuan's sleeve. “I know my own body better than anyone. Hurry! Hurry!”

The lighting in the car was dim so Song Wenchuan couldn't see her expression clearly. All he could make out was a pair of stubborn eyes. Her tone was hasty as though she wanted to shoo him away.

Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows and began to feel a little suspicious. “Yaoyao, tell me, did you see something?”

“I see chestnuts.”

The girl looked down; her eyelashes were moist.

She licked her lips and said, “If you don't buy it, I'm not going anywhere. Hurry!”

“Fine, I'll go buy some.”

Song Wenchuan sighed, turned around, and looked at the traffic. There was indeed a chestnut store across the road.

The girl's eyesight was quite good.

“Are you really fine? A moment ago, was it hurting somewhere?”

“Aiya, you're so annoying! Hurry~” Song Yaoyao stretched out her hands and started pus.h.i.+ng him away.

Song Wenchuan didn't know what to do about her. Seeing that she was looking a little better, he nodded his head. “Fine, I'll go right now. You've honestly got me at my wit's end!”

He shook his head, avoided the cars, and ran over to buy some chestnuts.

All of a sudden, only Song Yaoyao and Song Jingwan remained in the car.

Song Yaoyao's pain hadn't completely subsided. As she gripped onto Song Wenchuan's coat, she huffed and puffed.

Song Jingwan watched from outside and suddenly started laughing.

“Yaoyao, were you acting earlier? It seemed quite real.”

The night sky was foggy and not a star could be seen. The girl laughed as she spoke in a casual manner.

Mockery flashed across her eyes.

Song Yaoyao wrapped herself in Song Wenchuan's coat, revealing just her eyes without making a sound.

“Is there a point in worrying Wenchuan like this?” Song Jingwan held onto the door. “Doesn't he care about you and dote on you enough?”

When you're around, he completely neglects me!

“Pfft—”

Her words made Song Yaoyao laugh. However, she was feeling unwell, so she struggled a little.

All of a sudden, she grabbed onto Song Jingwan's collar and pulled her into the car.

Inside the dimly lit car, their eyes met and Song Yaoyao revealed an unpredictable smile.

“Do you think he doesn't dote on you? We are both his sisters. He cares about us equally. You simply think he treats me better because you're too possessive. I bet you want me to die so he will only have you in his eyes!”