My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 29

He caught hold of her little tail.

Sylvie flushed and struggled, "What are you doing? Let go."

Kieran did not let go, but yanked the small tail, "New way to seduce me?"

Sylvie was stunned and felt it abnormal. There were so many sexy night dresses in the cabinet. Why only this one was cute?

Sylvie stretched out her hand to push him, "Mr. Kieran, you are so shameless!"

Kieran grabbed her small tail not to let go, raising his eyebrows, "Why I am shameless?"

"You prepared this one and the nightgown in the closet. Aren't you shameless?"

Kieran glanced at the closet. "I didn't prepare the clothes. Grandma prepared them for you."

The old lady?

"..."

Sylvie was surprise about it.

Sure enough, the older, the wiser.

Kieran looked at Kitty, "Did it behave well?"

Sylvie tried to pull back her small tail, "Kitty behaves well."

"Then why didn’t you behave well?"

"..."

What did he mean? She was a cat too?

Now her tail was still in his hand, and his flirtatious manner was teasing, as if she were really a kitten in his hand.

At this time the knock sounded, Marry outside the door said, "Young Master, Madam Lowe let me cook a bowl of soup for you, please drink it while it is hot.

Someone was coming!

Sylvie pushed Kieran away, for fear that others would see such a scene.

Kieran loose his hand and showed a smile seeing her being shy.

Kieran went to open the door and found Marry was holding a bowl of soup. The old lady liked to cook soup for him, and he would drink it.

And now he did not refuse and drank it.

…

Kieran went to the bathroom and took a shower. And then he sat in the sofa to read the documents.

But suddenly he felt hot, which made him uncomfortable.

Kieran looked up and found Sylvie sitting on the bed and reading a medical book in her hand quietly.

He withdrew his eyes and forced them to fix on the document, but he was unable to read it.

He came to the bed, grabbed Sylvie’s book and threw it away.

“Mr. Kieran, what are you doing? I am reading a book.” Sylvie said.

Kieran sat on the bedside, put her soft hand onto his forehead, “Check for me, am I sick?”

It scared Sylvie. His forehead was hot.

Sylvie helped him to feel his pulse. A few seconds later, she asked, "Have you eaten anything unclean?"