The nurse cut a red heart dragon fruit for her. She held it in her hand and ate it slowly. After several minutes, she ate it again.

Li Beichen frowned with black eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly. He wanted to say something, but it affected the wound.

Yuxuan handed the dragon fruit in his arms to the nurse, twisted a hot towel, leaned over and wiped it carefully for him.

He has lost a lot of weight.

The slender five fingers stopped at his brow bone until his arm seemed to move, and she calmed down. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded.

She peeled another red heart pitaya and beat it into juice.

But after only one sip, Li Beichen stopped drinking.

She had to put the cup on the cupboard by the bed and asked him calmly, "what do you eat in the evening?"

Li Beichen frowned, with a faint premonition of uneasiness in his heart.

She is so good these two days. She is considerate and never refutes.

Seems to be hiding something.

The wound was still painful. He said three words: "porridge, you cook."

Yuxuan looked at him in embarrassment, "you know... I can't cook."

He can now drink liquid food, such as medicinal porridge, such as wild ginseng porridge, pigeon porridge, bear bile porridge

These porridge and medicinal materials are specially obtained. They must be very valuable, but as far as her cooking is concerned, she may have poisoned him.

"Then porridge." The man's face was still pale, his dark eyes fell on her quietly, hoarse voice continued word by word, "water, rice, electric rice cooker press the key of porridge."

He spoke slowly and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Well, porridge is porridge.

Back to kuailan mountain, the capital of Huadu, there is rice in the kitchen.

She really cooked a pot of white porridge.

Put it in a heat preservation box, pack it and take it to the hospital.

Li Beichen was sleeping, so she put the bowl aside.

At dusk, the curtains were pulled and the lights were not turned on. The light in the ward was a little dark.

The man's handsome and extraordinary side face is fuzzy and hazy, with a few tones of dark night.

After a few days of slow recuperation, his face was a little bloody.

Take off the windbreaker and put it on the back of the sofa. Yuxuan sits by the bed, reaches out his hand and carefully covers the back of the man's hand.

His hands are still warm.

Inexplicably, I just want to get close to him.

In the future, there will be no such opportunity

Everything tastes in my heart, but I can't make a sound. I have to restrain and hide until the best time

Quietly looking at the man in front of me.

Yuxuan finally fell asleep by the bed. He was too tired these days.

When the man woke up, he saw her red cheeks.

Li Beichen held back his long and narrow eyes, stretched out his hand in pain and gently stroked her eyes, the bridge of her nose and her lips.

After a long time, his thin lips slightly curved and said almost silently, "my, Mrs. Li..."

When Yuxuan woke up, the porridge was cold.

Some regret. There was a convenience store downstairs, so she heated it up there.

Hello, Li Beichen drank a few mouthfuls and he couldn't eat any more.

After that, Yuxuan gave him a massage, peeled his fruit and squeezed it into juice, read him the news and talked about the major events in Shencheng these days.

He just followed her and listened to her.

In those days, they had a peaceful and comfortable life.

Yuxuan knew very well that she liked such a leisurely day better than the bright stars and ten thousand feet of light.

No one else bothered, only the two of them, with each other, with each other.

The idea in my mind is just fleeting.

After all, even if she can give up everything, Li Beichen still has the power and status he pursues.

It's time for her to go