"Go check on him quickly."
Xiao Chen stepped forward, stood by the bed, and looked at Xiao Moli while rubbing his chin.
Then he reached out, took Moli's wrist, and felt his pulse.
He pulled back the quilt on him, pinched his arms, pinched his legs, and practically pinched every part of his body.
Then, playfully, he raised Moli's stiff hands above his head, making a gesture of surrender.
After finishing, he took a step back and admired his work.
His eyes started to look at Moli's long legs again, contemplating how to position them.
"Xiao Chen, put my hands back."
Xiao Moli glared at him, as if his eyes would shoot fire.
This guy was definitely using this opportunity to tease him.
Xiao Chen, however, didn't mind at all and smiled as he said, "This pose helps with blood circulation."
That Xiao Moli guy always had an ego, never treated him as an elder brother since they were kids.
And he was so scheming, always playing tricks on him.
