Luo Yibei helped her pack her things a few times, stood up, and hugged her horizontally.
"Why are you sick?" He asked calmly as he led her to the sofa.
Fang Chixia did not explain why she went to sea. She simply summed it up in four words, "I can't adapt to the climate."
Luo Yibei's expression, which had just softened, became a little darker again after her perfunctory words.
But he didn't pursue it with her.
"Have you had dinner?" He carried her to the sofa. He did not let her go, but placed her on his lap.
"Not yet." Fang Chixia replied softly.
"I'm ordering a meal." Luo Yibei took out his mobile phone and called the hotel's service area. About twenty minutes later, a waiter came up with a dinner for two.
The dinner he ordered was very exquisite. Although he was not as attentive as Leng Qihan and only allowed her to eat porridge, the food he ordered was also very light and he fully took care of her appetite.
Every food is beautifully made, and there are even soups made with flowers.
The beautiful white porcelain dinner plate is decorated with exquisite carvings, which will make people appetite.
The waiter placed a small table in front of the sofa for the two of them, put the things on it and left.
Luo Yibei held a white porcelain bowl and fed her a spoonful, "Try it."
He rarely fed her in such a serious manner, he had done so before, but every time it was flirtatious.
This time, Fang Chixia knew that he was feeding her purely because he wanted to.
Fang Chixia rarely enjoyed his service. While eating the food he sent, she stared at him calmly.
In fact, after she received his message this morning, she had been wondering how angry he would be when he came over.
She even thought about whether he would not believe her explanation.
Fortunately, he believed it.
Trust is important to her!
What Fang Chixia hates most is mutual suspicion and suspicion. If a marriage wants to go all the way, trust is the most basic.
A faint sweetness spread in Fang Chixia's heart.
The taste is just like the bowl of flower soup in Luo Yibei's hand...
Fang Chixia had always been in good health. The two of them had dinner in the hotel room. Her complexion improved a lot and she looked like someone who had nothing wrong with her.
Luo Yibei looked at her like this calmly, thinking coldly and arrogantly that he was indeed more charming.
Leng Qihan took care of her here all night. When he came, she was still sick.
He had only been here for a few dozen minutes, and his little face looked better immediately.
Luo Yibei felt good about himself.
"When will you go back?" Fang Chixia leaned in his arms, holding a magazine and flipping through it casually.
"When do you want to go back?" Luo Yibei looked at one side of her face and asked lightly.
"Is the company busy these two days?" Fang Chixia casually flipped through the book in his hand and raised his head to look at him.
"Want to stay here for two more days?" Luo Yibei played with a small strand of her hair, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
Light, no matter what time, there is always a fresh orange blossom fragrance.
I don't know when he started, but he gradually became obsessed with this smell. He couldn't control it and even got used to it.
"How about going back the day after tomorrow?" Fang Chixia closed the magazine in his hand and raised his face.
"It's whatever you say." Luo Yibei leaned over and sniffed her hair.