Chapter 2012

Feng Shaojin smiled lightly, stroking her slap-sized face with warm palms: "Sleep after eating, okay?"

This voice rang in Mo Lingwei's ears like a death knell, and her closed eyes suddenly opened.

What came into view was a handsome and extraordinary face, Feng Shaojin's deep and narrow phoenix eyes were close in front of him, with a slight coaxing smile, extremely gentle and warm.

If she hadn't experienced what happened last night, Mo Lingwei might still be throbbing like before...

But at this moment, Feng Shaojin's scarlet violent eyes and slightly distorted face were all in her mind.

The expression in her eyes went from calm when she woke up at the beginning to fear and then to extreme panic.

Mo Lingwei didn't know where her strength came from, she turned over on the bed, got up suddenly, covered the quilt and crawled to the corner of the bed.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin was stunned, and the moment he met her frightened gaze, his heart ached like a knife.

"Ling Wei." He took the porridge bowl and slowly moved towards it, Zhang Jun tried his best to maintain a faint smile on the pale face of the world: "I heard that you are sick, so I went downstairs to cook some porridge and served it up Give you a drink."

"I won't drink." Mo Lingwei grabbed the quilt tightly, pushed away the hand that was handed over, and buried her face in the quilt: "I'm not hungry."

The porridge bowl in Feng Shaojin's hand was overturned, and the porridge he had carefully cooked was thrown upside down on the bed, and the white-bottomed red-glazed porcelain bowl made a muffled "bang".

Mo Lingwei poked her head out of the quilt, and was startled.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Yichen who was stepping into the guest room door: "..."

Mo Lingwei was wearing a white tunic. Although she was tall, she was slender. With her black hair loose, she looked even more petite and weak.

Feng Shaojin's eyes were fixed on her face, and from her words, deeds and expressions, he could see fear, terror and dread, but he didn't care at all.

She stabbed him, and he cooked the porridge himself and brought it to the bed, but he didn't expect this kind of result.

The fishy sweetness in Feng Shaojin's throat was surging, he endured it, and swallowed silently.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin withdrew his outstretched hand and clenched it into a fist: "Are you afraid of me?"

Mo Lingwei wrapped herself in a quilt, her whole head was about to shrink into the quilt...

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's eye sockets turned red suddenly, and bloodshot eyes spread in the bottom of his eyes. He stood up abruptly, and was about to pull her quilt with his hand, but was pulled back by Feng Yichen who was behind him.

Feng Yichen was extremely helpless, and persuaded in a low voice: "Brother, Ling Wei is still a sick person. If there is anything to do, at least wait until she gets better. I see that she is in a trance, and her spirit is not very good. Treat me Give her a pulse again."

He pulled Feng Shaojin out of the guest room: "Go back to the room first, so as not to quarrel again and aggravate her illness. The longer I stay here, even if Madam doesn't know about it, sooner or later she will guess Wen Shaojin. There is something wrong with Jingyuan."

Feng Yichen dragged Feng Shaojin to the bedroom, squatted down to check his injury: "Let me see if the wound is open."

Opening his clothes, the white gauze had already been dyed bright red, and sure enough, the wound broke open again.

Feng Yichen had to re-suture him with medicine.

As usual, the servant went upstairs to clean at this time. Seeing the situation in the room, he didn't know what to do, so he stood hesitantly at the door.

Hearing the movement, Feng Shaojin turned his head sideways, glanced at the door, and ordered: "Go to the guest room quickly, and change all the bedding for the young lady."

"Yes." The servant nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait." Feng Shaojin called to the servant, grabbed the dagger inlaid with gems on the table, "give this to her."