Mo Zhifei was even more confused. He couldn't hear clearly what Pei Yu meant for a while, but he still coughed and said, "Pei Yu is talking about the tea you gave to Miss Shen Yi."
Mo Zhifei explained nonchalantly: "That tea is sweet tea. Will it taste sour?"
Before Ruan Xin could say anything, Pei Yu nodded and said, " Ruan Xin is going to be sour to death, right Ruan Xin?"
Ruan Xin pushed one of the bowls of glutinous rice balls over with an expressionless expression, "Eat yours."
When Mo Zhifei saw that Ruan Xin finally ate the glutinous rice dumplings he sent him, he suddenly looked much better. He also sat down together and asked casually: "Are you doing any rehabilitation exercises in the past two days?"
Ruan Xin slowly took a bite of the glutinous rice balls. They were soft and glutinous. After biting half of them, the sweet and soft sesame filling juice oozed out. He finished one slowly and then said, "No."
"How can you not practice? If you don't practice your legs, your legs will be so slow!" Mo Zhifei frowned and taught him.
Pei Yu was eating glutinous rice balls. When he heard this, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "What do you know? Brother Ruan Xin likes to be slow."
Mo Zhifei sneered, turned around and asked Ruan Xin, "Do you like good slowness?"
Ruan Xin said a faint "Yeah", and when she raised her head, her face was still cold and indifferent, and there seemed to be a trace of hesitation in her eyes.
But probably out of temper, Ruan Xin said nothing in the end.
Mo Zhifei opened his mouth, probably because he was upset. He frowned and said, "What don't you like? You're just too lazy to move! Didn't King Cheng's place get cold in the past two days? You can go over and check again tomorrow. .”
Ruan Xin lowered his head and shook his long legs. His voice was hoarse and low. It sounded clear and cold, but it seemed to be coquettish: "I can't walk."
Mo Zhifei felt his Adam's apple tighten, and he had an inexplicable feeling, as if there was a soft claw scratching his heart harmlessly.
He coughed and said seriously: "Didn't the hospital prepare a wheelchair for you to use for a while? You don't need to walk."
Ruan Xin: "Oh."
Pei Yu: "Tsk."
"...What are you tutting at?" Mo Zhifei felt that Pei Yu was simply baffled.
However, Pei Yu didn't say who it was, he just glanced at Ruan Xin, then shook his head and muttered in a low voice, "It's not enough to make waves," and then stood up.
"Why go?" Mo Zhifei asked angrily.
Pei Yu resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "I can't stand it anymore, see you later!"
As soon as Mo Zhifei heard this, he raised his eyebrows with great satisfaction and advised: "I'm telling you, Pei Yu, you should give up on Lu as soon as possible. Children don't like your kind."
Without thinking, Pei Yu picked up the unfinished teacup on the table and threw it at Mo Zhifei. Ruan Xin frowned and said to stop him: "Don't throw things."
Pei Yu endured it, finally gave Ruan Xin some face, got up and left.
As soon as Pei Yu left, Mo Zhifei stood up and went over to calm down, "Let's go, let's take you out to recuperate."
Ruan Xin frowned slightly, "My legs hurt."
"It will hurt more if you don't move. It will be good for you to walk more. You are still a doctor yourself. Don't you know this bit of common sense?"
Mo Zhifei said while helping Lu Xin out of the house.
It was still snowing outside and it was quite cold. Ruan Xin felt a cold wind blowing through her. She couldn't help but shiver, and she frowned and said, "Where are you going?"
“Just walk around the yard a few times.”
“…”
(End of chapter)