Put me down. I want to go home. Qiao Anan was a little anxious. He kept beating Robin's strong back, and the raindrops felt like tickling Robin. Don't move. Do you look like a patient? Aren't patients supposed to lie on the bed honestly and obediently? Who said I'm a patient? I'm already healed, I can jump now, so why am I a patient?! Okay, you want to jump, do you want to jump? Jump on the bed in a while! Jump as you want. Qiao An'an was carried on Robin's right shoulder with one hand, dangling like a burden. Joanne was so angry that she stretched out her hand to tear off Robin's black sweater. If you can pull it off, thank you for helping me take off my clothes. When Qiao Anan heard this, she was instantly petrified. Unable to choke Robin, he was carried to the second floor by Robin.