Give Me Another Smile (GL) Chapter 88 - Quite Cute

Yin Zhao-an hung up the phone in a huff. However, when she looked up and saw her mother looking her way, she quickly swallowed her anger, leaned back against the bed, and closed her eyes.

Moist and messy hair, flushed cheeks, a loose bathrobe that revealed the collarbones, moist and gleaming eyes that looked around at a loss...

"Dammit..." Yin Zhao-an cursed under her breath and raised her eyes to cover her ears which were starting to heat up. Then, she opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling, the images in her mind lingering and continuously appearing in front of her eyes.

There was an answer within her heart, ready to come out. However, it was smothered by an unknown resistance before it could do so.

Turning to stare at the bright lights outside the window, Yin Zhao-an started to have a vague idea of what she truly desired…

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Tang Yu wore a black baseball cap and a light gray shirt to the hospital, the hem of the shirt neatly tucked into her black pleated skirt. She carried two plastic bags in her hands, one holding two freshly baked custard buns and the other holding a bowl of lotus seed congee.

Tang Yu appeared in Yin Zhao-an's ward without warning, startling Yin Zhao-an, who had yet to brush her teeth and tidy up her appearance.

When Wang Zhen saw her daughter hiding under her quilt, she shook her head in exasperation.

"Good morning, Auntie," Tang Yu said, smiling sweetly as she handed the bag holding the custard buns to Wang Zhen.

"What brings you here so early, Little Yu? Have you had breakfast yet?" Wang Zhen asked as she accepted the breakfast and pulled Tang Yu over to sit on the sofa, her face full of affection.

"I've had my breakfast already," Tang Yu answered. Then, when she noticed through the corner of her eyes that Yin Zhao-an was still hiding under the quilt, she placed the congee on the coffee table and deliberately turned up her volume as she said, "I bought this for An-An, but I don't know if she'll like it or not."

Upon hearing herself being mentioned, Yin Zhao-an poked her head out from under the quilt. When she looked at the harmonious interaction happening over at the coffee table, her stomach growled, to her dismay. To make matters worse, the sweet scent of lotus seed congee permeated the ward, constantly tempting her.

While Yin Zhao-an was debating whether she should disregard her image and come out from hiding, Tang Yu brought the congee over and sat next to the bed, her mouth curling into a mischievous smile.

"The congee is going to get cold if you don't get up soon," Tang Yu softly said, her voice as crisp and clear as a flowing mountain stream.

Subsequently, before Yin Zhao-an could offer any response, a voice filled with sadness entered her ears, the voice saying:

"I understand. You don't like me. I'll put the congee here, so drink it later..."

After saying so, Tang Yu put the congee on the bedside table. She also made sure she dropped it with a thud so that a certain someone could hear it.

Then, as Tang

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