C16

After what happened last time, Gu Qinghuan always felt that the atmosphere between her and Lee Zeyan had changed again.

She took a deep breath and stirred the soup pot with the spoon in her hand. Then, she used the spoon to taste the soup. Seeing that the taste was good enough, she found a bowl and scooped out the congee before bringing it upstairs.

Surprisingly, no sound of porcelain breaking came from upstairs. It was very quiet.

Gu Qinghuan raised her brows, her delicate lips slowly sketching out a beautiful curve.

Ever since Lee Zeyan was sick, every time a doctor came to check on him, the room was filled with the smell of smoke, and everything that could be smashed by him was smashed into smithereens.

Obviously, he had already accepted the current situation.

This was a good phenomenon!

Gu Qinghuan thought as she pushed the door open with a bowl of porridge.

The doctor had just finished measuring Lee Zeyan's body temperature, and seeing that everything was normal, he could not help but let out a long sigh of relief. With a rare smile on his face, he said, "Boss Lee, if your mood is this good every day, you will definitely recover quickly."

Lee Zeyan ignored him and instead looked towards the door. His black eyes slightly flickered and his expression was still cold. However, he did not curse angrily like before.

Gu Qinghuan smiled with curved eyebrows, walked forward while bravely teasing him, "Lee Zeyan, did you hear that? The doctor told you to be in a good mood, don't be so irritable every day."

"Like a lion." She added in a low voice as she placed the bowl on the table.

Lee Zeyan's eyebrows slightly knitted together. His eyes darkened and he opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

A sly light flashed through Gu Qinghuan's eyes. She wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to. Her delicate shoulders shook up and down.

Lee Zeyan knew what her thoughts were just from a glance.

"Gu Qinghuan!" he shouted, his face dark.

"What?" Gu Qinghuan straightened her expression, pretending to be silly as she surrounded him. "Why are you so unsatisfied? I just said that I would let you keep a happy mood and recover early. Ten minutes have not passed, yet you've revealed your true colors."

Lee Zeyan pursed his lips and didn't say anything. He only stared at her with a pair of dark eyes.

Gu Qinghuan finally stopped smiling and stood at attention. She blinked and said with a flattering tone, "CEO Li, in order to speed up your recovery, you can go and help me destroy that pile of dregs. Can I trouble you to drink the porridge first and then take the medicine obediently?"

Her eyes were black and bright, like the rippling waves of water. Lee Zeyan was slightly dazzled by it.

After a moment, the dark expression of the man eased up and he looked at the bowl of porridge on the table with a heavy gaze. "Feed it to me."

The smile on Gu Qinghuan's face stiffened, and the corner of her mouth twitched. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "How old are you? You still have to feed it. It's not like you don't have hands of your own."

Lee Zeyan narrowed his eyes. A light flashed in his dark eyes. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Gu Qinghuan's arm with one hand, pulling her into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Gu Qinghuan threw herself into his embrace without any warning, followed by the man's handsome face being pressed down. Lee Zeyan had an innate imposing air about him, and the two of them were forced to the limits of their strength.

She opened her eyes, and a hint of helplessness flashed through her clear and beautiful eyes. She extended her hand to push him away, but he held her back even tighter.

"Heh —"

A chuckle came out from the man's mouth. He pursed his lips and placed his slender fingers on Gu Qinghuan's chin. He then raised his head, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Gu Qinghuan, you don't have long legs. You can't stand steadily and must throw yourself into my arms. Or rather, you like me so much that you can't control yourself. Hmm?"

The last syllable rose slightly, with a hint of ambiguity.

The doctor and the servants, who had already finished cleaning up, silently retreated. They did not dare to take a step further.

Gu Qinghuan's face immediately turned red, but she didn't lose the battle. She steadied her mind, smirked at Lee Zeyan, and said suddenly: "Boss Lee, you're still injured right now. You'd better be honest, otherwise, I won't be able to do anything to you."

As she said that, her slender fingers slowly slid down and landed on the bandage on Lee Zeyan's chest. She smiled like a little fox, the threat was obvious.

Lee Zeyan raised his eyebrows and chuckled in a low voice. He raised his hand and pulled Gu Qinghuan's hand downwards.

Gu Qinghuan's expression changed. She abruptly retracted her hand and glared at him, a little angry. "You're courting death!"

Hearing that, Lee Zeyan raised his eyebrows. His eyes were dark and gloomy, and his face was full of cold arrogance. The smile on his face even had a hint of a ruffian tone, "It's just a small wound, you won't be able to kill me, Lee Zeyan."

Gu Qinghuan choked. She was really defeated by this man. She glared at him and admitted defeat. "Alright, alright. I'll feed you. Is that enough?"

She curled her lips and pushed herself up from the man's embrace. Then, she took a sip of the porridge and blew on it softly with her lips before bringing it to Lee Zeyan's mouth.

Lee Zeyan just looked at her with a pair of black eyes that were flickering with light.

Gu Qinghuan was good-looking, not because she was eye-catching at first glance, but because she was a type that was becoming more and more attractive the more she looked at her, especially her dark red lips, which were as plump and lustful as a peach.

Lee Zeyan couldn't help but lick his lips, thinking that her lips must be delicious.

Gu Qinghuan was feeding him spoonfuls by spoonfuls. She was very patient and didn't notice Lee Zeyan's expression.

The two became silent. The atmosphere was quiet, but it was rare. The sunlight shone in from outside the window and fell on their bodies, creating a layer of light.

"Creak —

In the quiet room, a phone's ringtone suddenly rang. Lee Zeyan's eyebrows knitted together. He raised his hand and took the phone. His eyes swept the room and his expression immediately turned ugly.

The pressure in the room became heavier along with his expression.

Gu Qinghuan felt the change in his mood and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She was curious about the reason why Lee Zeyan, a person who didn't show any emotions, showed such a disgusted expression.

Lee Zeyan swiped his slender fingers and a calm male voice came out of the phone. There was a hint of concern in his voice, but Gu Qinghuan could easily hear the probing intent.

"Zeyan, why didn't you tell dad when you were injured? Why didn't you go home? We were all worried about you."