There was a slight blush on her pale cheeks, like a light layer of rouge on the white jade, which was indescribably charming.
Mo Chuan handed her the medicine bowl in his hand, and she lowered her head to take it, drinking the medicine one mouthful at a time.
He couldn't take his eyes off her face and just kept staring at her.
The burning eyes made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Suddenly, she drank so hard that a mouthful of medicine stuck in her throat and she coughed loudly.
He hurriedly patted her back.
"Don't be in a hurry, drink slowly." He said in a deep voice.
Shen Ning couldn't help but glared at her angrily. If he hadn't been staring so intently, how could she have been so embarrassed.
Her eyes were dark and round, like two crystal clear black grapes, and they seemed to be able to speak.
Mo Chuan's heart was pounding, and he took the medicine bowl away from her hand as if nothing had happened, then picked up the steaming porridge bowl, took a spoonful of porridge, brought it to his lips to taste the temperature, and then fed it to her. .
He did it all very naturally, as if he had done it countless times before.
She concealed the strange feeling in her heart, lowered her head, and opened her mouth to drink without refusing.
He didn't say anything anymore and fed her porridge one bite at a time, his movements so careful.
After finishing the porridge, he helped her lie down again, put his hand on her forehead, felt the coolness on her forehead, and breathed out softly.
"Okay, you finally no longer have a fever." He said softly.
Shen Ning thought, I must still have a fever, and my head is full of random thoughts. She didn't refuse his care, and felt very comfortable and warm under his care.
She didn't want him to see her inner thoughts, so she closed her eyes, but her mind was always clear.
She heard him put the empty bowl gently on the tray, and then quietly exited the room. Although he didn't make any sound, she still knew that he had left, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as he was here, she would feel an invisible pressure and feel uncomfortable all over.
When she opened her eyes, she found that he had indeed left, but for some reason, she felt a sense of disappointment in her heart.
Is he gone? Seeing that her illness was cured, he left. This was a matter of course.
She said cold words to him over and over again. Even though he was a mud man, he still had a rustic nature. How could he let her keep treating him coldly
So he made the right move and went well.
Shen Ning said to herself, trying hard to hide the disappointment in her heart. She opened her eyes and looked at the shabby bed tent, her mind going blank.
Suddenly, there were footsteps in the yard, her ears perked up, and her eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the door.
The middle-aged peasant woman in her forties appeared at the door of the room and walked in with a smile on her face.
She was holding a basin with hot water and towels in it.
"Little lady, wipe your face."
Shen Ning quickly sat up and said, "Thank you, auntie, I can do it myself."
She got up quickly, feeling dizzy and swaying.
The peasant woman stretched out her hand to support her and said with a smile: "My dear wife, your illness is not cured yet. Let me help you wipe your face. You just need to lie down."
She did feel dizzy and had to lie down again.
"Little lady, you are so lucky to be married to such a gentle and considerate husband. You don't know that during the day and night when you were sick..."