Anelle was speechless by his question.
Chris looked at her seriously and asked seriously, "Tell me, do you like him?"
"I..." Anelle glanced around nervously and clenched her hands.
Chris stretched out his hand to pull her away from here. Unexpectedly, the door of the room opened at this time, and the doctor walked out excitedly. He did not expect to meet them and said quickly, "Your Highness, the patient is awake!"
Anelle was stunned, pushed the doctor aside and hurriedly entered the room.
Sure enough, Ye Sijue, who was unconscious just now, was sitting on the bedside. After hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at her.
The two looked at each other.
Although he was awake, his eyes were hazy, as if he couldn't find the focus, and his face was very red.
"Xiaomeng..." He called her in a hoarse voice.
Anelle walked over to the bed, looked at him worriedly and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
The doctor said behind him, "Although the patient is awake, the fever has not gone down much."
This is what the doctor found strange. The person suddenly woke up on his own even though the fever had not gone away.
Yesijue raised his hand as if he wanted to grab Anelle.
Anelle looked at his hand, her eyes were red, and she subconsciously walked over and held his hand.
Yesijue held her tightly.
Anelle reached out and touched his face. Sure enough, it was still very hot. No wonder his face was so red.
Chris walked in and saw this scene. He could not tell what he was thinking. He just turned his eyes and looked at the doctor and said, "He is awake. Is he getting better? Is there any other way to reduce his fever now?" ?”
The doctor thought for a while and said, "You can eat first. When a person has physical strength, his body will recover faster."
Chris then turned around and ordered the servants to prepare the food.
Anelle thought of something and called the servant, "Cook porridge for him! Just a simple lean meat porridge or something like that." "Porridge?" Although Chris was confused, he thought that this was probably a Chinese habit. Well, let the servants go down and prepare.
"By the way, bring the soup first and let him drink it to satisfy his stomach."
The servant went down and soon brought up a bowl of soup. It was the soup that Anelle and the others had just drank.
Anelle took the bowl naturally and sat on the edge of the bed to feed Yesijue.
Chris glanced at her but said nothing.
Yesijue had never been fed by anyone since he was a child, but he looked at Anelle without refusing, like a docile dog, and let Anelle feed him.
The doctor stood between the three people, vaguely feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
He put his hand to his mouth, coughed and said, "After eating, take some antipyretics and physical cooling, it should be down."
But no one answered him, which made him feel even more embarrassed, and he considered whether he should go out first.
Wait until this bowl of soup is finished.
As soon as Anelle put down the bowl, her wrist was grabbed by Chris.
"Come out with me for a moment." Chris' expression couldn't be described as gentle, but rather serious.
"But..." Anelle looked at Yesijue.
"I have something to tell you." Chris gestured.
Anelle hesitated for a moment, and when she was lifted up by Chris's movement, her other hand was held by Yesijue.
He pulled hard, as if he was afraid that she would leave.
"I also have something to tell you." Compared to Chris's elegant voice, Yesijue's voice was very hoarse, which made people feel distressed.
(End of chapter)