"Liar!" Ye Qiqi glared at him, stretched out a white and slender hand, pointed at his nose and said, "The way you just lay back down on the bed was very neat and clean."
Mo Hanqing frowned slightly and said in a calm voice: "I just want Xiuzhu to leave quickly."
"Why leave quickly, are you afraid that he will find out that you are pretending to be sick?" Ye Qiqi raised her eyebrows at him and asked.
"No." After Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, he raised his eyes, looked at Ye Qiqi, and said lightly: "I'm really not pretending to be sick."
"Prove it!?" Ye Qiqi put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a look like "I won't believe what you said."
Mo Hanqing's eyes flashed, he turned his head, looked at the wall inside the bed, and whispered with a hint of awkwardness in his voice: "If I hadn't been sick, I wouldn't have had to worry about infecting you just now. "
"What??"
Ye Qiqi couldn't understand what he was saying for a moment.
After a long while, Mo Hanqing added in a low voice: "When I kissed you just now."
“…”
Ye Qiqi's face turned red the moment she heard these words.
Mo Hanqing finally turned around slowly and said with an unpredictable light in his deep eyes: "If I hadn't been sick, I would never have just kissed you gently."
Ye Qiqi felt that her face must be very hot at this moment.
Because when he said these words, her mind could not help but flash through the thrilling feeling of his tongue touching each other when he kissed her just now.
"So... so... you... what, what do you want to eat??" Ye Qiqi blushed and asked Mo Hanqing.
"Porridge and side dishes." Mo Hanqing looked at her deeply and said in a calm voice.
"I... I... I'll go to the kitchen and ask them to make it for you." Ye Qiqi said as she walked out of the room, her movements so fast that she almost ran away.
Mo Hanqing looked at the place where her figure disappeared and couldn't help but curl up his lips. His little princess seemed to be shy in her behavior just now.
Does that mean that she actually has him in her heart
About half an hour later, Ye Qiqi returned to Mo Hanqing's room with a bowl of porridge and a few dishes of side dishes.
She sat on the edge of the bed, put the tray in her hand on the cabinet beside the bed, then brought two soft pillows over and asked Mo Hanqing to sit up against the head of the bed. Then she picked up the porridge bowl and handed it to him: "Then, let's eat the freshly cooked porridge while it's hot."
Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the bowl of porridge, then raised his head, looked directly at Ye Qiqi, and said calmly, "Feed me."
"Why!?" Ye Qiqi couldn't help but twitch her lips.
"I'm sick, have a fever, feel weak all over, my wrists are weak, I can't hold the bowl." Mo Hanqing said to Ye Qiqi word by word without changing his expression and without a heartbeat.
“…”
Your sister!
Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing with clear black and white eyes, and couldn't help but bite her teeth hard.
Who just used internal force to force her down on the bed, leaving her unable to break free!
Now who is so shameless to say that he can't even hold a bowl of porridge!
Ye Qiqi wanted to spit the bowl of porridge directly into Mo Hanqing's face.