Yue Zheng suffers from viral fever, which makes him prone to repeated fevers. He needs to drink plenty of water and rest, and receive targeted treatment after blood tests.
But Yue Zheng was not the unconscious Qiao Muer. He did not cooperate with the doctor’s treatment and did not like to be disturbed.
After knowing that Qiao Muer had recovered and was about to wake up, he already felt that his body had a slight fever.
So at that time, Yue Zheng went straight to the room on the third floor and ordered Meng Fang to tell others that he had left, and not to allow others to tell Qiao Muer that he had appeared.
However, at this moment, Yue Shao, who was not moved at all by Meng Fang's repeated persuasion, was leaning against the head of the bed, swallowing mouthful by mouthful of the white porridge that Qiao Muer brought to his mouth.
It was clearly half an hour ago that he thought Meng Fang was in the way and sent him away, and also declared that he was not allowed to come in and disturb him again.
And now, Qiao Muer not only made him angry.
And let him drink the porridge obediently.
Meng Fang, who secretly hid behind the closet and cared about (peeked at) the young master through the gap in the closet, felt deeply hurt.
The young master is really hypocritical, huh!
Even though Yue Zheng felt that there was someone behind the closet at this moment, he had no time to deal with it.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on the fair and delicate little face that was enlarged in front of him.
Qiao Muer was feeding the porridge to Yue Zheng mouthful by mouthful.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, and she could feel Yue Zheng's focused and deep gaze.
But Qiao Muer acted as if nothing had happened and scooped the porridge from the small porcelain bowl seriously.
Blow it one breath at a time until the temperature is appropriate, and then pass it over.
"... It's still a little hot." Yue Zheng looked at the spoonful of porridge that was handed over again and said in a low, magnetic voice.
Qiao Muer's proactive concern made him feel secretly happy.
But apart from taking care of him, Mu'er's attitude was not overly close to him, and she didn't even say any soft words.
Yue Zheng was originally concerned about his self-esteem and didn't want Qiao Muer to appear here out of sympathy and pity.
But now, he suddenly felt that even sympathy and pity would be fine.
As long as Mu'er was willing to get close to him, talk to him, look at him with her watery and clear almond eyes, and smile at him with dimples.
"Is it hot?" Qiao Muer raised her eyebrows slightly, and finally looked up at Yue Zheng.
She had no idea what Yue Zheng was thinking at the moment, and without any suspicion she pouted her pink lips and blew on the porridge again.
Seeing Qiao Muer's soft, crystal clear and pink lips, he made a gesture similar to inviting a kiss.
Yue Zheng's deep and cold pupils seemed slightly dim.
"Okay, that's enough." Qiao Muer blew the porridge and brought the spoon to his lips again.
Yue Zheng had no excuse this time and could only swallow it.
For the first time, Yue Shao, who was cold and fickle, discovered that white porridge could actually taste sweet.
For the first time, Yue Zheng hoped that he could drink this bowl of porridge for a lifetime.
However, soon, the whole bowl of porridge was eaten up by Qiao Muer and all went into Yue Zheng's stomach.
Qiao Muer took the bowl and stood up.
Yue Zheng's azure phoenix eyes moved upwards as she stood up, and his gaze seemed to be fixed on her.
For a moment, Yue Zheng really wanted to ask Qiao Muer to stay.
But suddenly, I didn't know what excuse to use.
It’s not that Young Master Yue can’t think of an excuse, but that he has no position to keep her.
If Mu'er hadn't come upstairs and appeared in front of him by herself, he would have had no idea how to face her.
After all, it was he who had hurt her deeply and pushed her love further and further away.
I'm busy today, the next chapter will be around 19:00 (to be continued)