C19 Have Some Porridge

A wave of fragrance woke Tang Nuanyang up from her sleep. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in the hospital. She turned her head and saw Luo Juntian standing on the side of the table. He poured the porridge out of the thermos.

He was serious and careful. His calm and indifferent look made people feel warm, like the steaming porridge in his hands. It was delicate, warm, and gentle. Just by smelling it and seeing it, she could heal the pain in her heart.

Luo Juntian turned around. He originally wanted to wake Tang Nuanyang up. He did not expect her to wake up long ago. She looked at him with wide open eyes.

Her eyes were very beautiful. They were clear and firm. Her eyes were black and bright. When she looked at people, she was straightforward and direct. It was as if when he suddenly turned back to look at her, she still did not avoid him. Instead, he felt a little uneasy.

He walked over with the porridge and stood beside her. He said casually, "I asked someone to cook some porridge for you. Get up and eat some.

"Thank you!" Tang Nuanyang held her arms and sat up. She went to take the bowl in his hand.

Luo Juntian avoided her hand and carried the porridge to the other side. "Forget it. I'll feed you the porridge."

"What? Say it again?" Tang Nuanyang opened her eyes wide in surprise. She looked at him in disbelief. Her ears would definitely be problematic. He always put her in a difficult situation. A man who enjoyed torturing her would actually say that he wanted to feed her porridge. Could it be that there was a bag of poison in the porridge?

She looked warily into the bowl.

Luo Juntian had the urge to be angry. What kind of expression was that?

"Do you want some porridge or not? If you don't want it, I'll go pour it out." He shouted unhappily. In this world, only Tang Nuanyang could make him angry like a little brat. She did not have any other ability. Her ability to anger him was one of the best in the world.

"I want porridge, of course I want porridge." Only then did she believe that he wasn't joking. She quickly said and sat up straight. She pretended to be cute and opened her mouth.

Luo Juntian coughed uncontrollably again. He carefully put a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. "You know, you are not suitable to act cute at all. You are like an idiot.

"Thank you for praising me! I finished the porridge." She continued to act cute and open her mouth. It was as if she was asking for a kiss from him. It was rare for him to treat her well, so she had no reason to reject him.

"Idiot." Luo Juntian cursed with disdain. However, he still carefully blew the porridge cold and put it into her mouth. His eyes were much gentler.

If you feed me like this for the rest of my life, I'm willing to be an idiot for the rest of my life. I'm not doing it for anything else but for your current gentleness.

The bowl of porridge quickly ran out. She was satisfied with her meal and he was satisfied with it. They always felt that time passed too quickly.

"I am not full yet." Tang Nuanyang tried hard to control the urge to burp. She still wanted to experience the happiness of him sitting in front of her and taking care of her carefully.

Luo Juntian could not take it. He said, "You are already sick and yet you still eat so well." He stood up and turned around. He smiled gently.

He stood at the table, opened the thermos, and poured the rest of the porridge into the bowl.

Outside the door, Luo Ningxiang and Ann Siyao pushed the door open and came in. When they saw Tang Nuanyang lying on the bed, Luo Ningxiang shouted, "Sister-in-law, why are you sick?

Luo Juntian heard the voice and turned around. His eyes met Ann Siyao's. He did not forget the scene of him kissing his wife. His hand holding the bowl had used a lot of strength.