C19 Drink Porridge

A burst 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 Lo Juntian standing sideways by the table, pouring the porridge out of the insulation bucket.

He was serious and careful. His calm and indifferent appearance made people feel warm. It was like the hot porridge in his hand. It was delicate, warm