Zhan Qipei put his cell phone on the bedside table, picked up the soup and handed it to Qiao Jing.
"This matter will continue to be investigated. You should drink some soup first. I specially asked someone to cook this. It can nourish your body."
Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qi Pei holding it up like this, her hands would inevitably get tired. She stretched out her hand to take the bowl of soup, but the man had no intention of giving it to her.
Her hands paused and she looked at Zhan Qi Pei.
Zhan Qipei read the confusion in her eyes. He scooped up a spoonful of hot soup, blew on it for a few times, and brought it to Qiao Jing's mouth.
"I'll feed you."
Qiao Jing frowned slightly, why should he feed her?
"I'm not hurt."
Zhan Qi Pei stubbornly remained in that position, his thin lips slightly opened.
"I know, but you are very tired now. If you want to rest, just sit down."
Qiao Jing sighed helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows.
"I'm much better now. I'm not so tired that I can't even lift a bowl."
Every time when it comes to her physical problems, Zhan Qipei will be as nervous as now, wishing to do everything for her, and she is always more stubborn than a man.
Zhan Qipei remained motionless, just holding the spoon in his hand and staring straight at Qiao Jing's lips.
Qiao Jing reached out and grabbed the edge of the bowl, trying to get it into her hand, but Zhan Qi Pei held on to the bowl tightly, and she couldn't take it out at all.
She rolled her eyes speechlessly, and her temples jumped suddenly.
"Zhan Qi Pei, I told you, I can drink it myself."
Zhan Qipei said nothing, a trace of paranoia flashed in his dark eyes, he pursed his thin lips, and his unique low and magnetic voice sounded.
"I'll feed you something to drink."
Qiao Jing raised her eyes to look at Zhan Qi Pei, but accidentally ran into his long, narrow and deep eyes, and felt a little moved in her heart.
"It's really not necessary. I can just drink it myself. If you hold it up like this, your hands won't feel sore?"
It's not like she can't take care of herself, her hands aren't injured, she's just a little tired.
Zhan Qi Pei stubbornly grabbed the bowl and refused to let Qiao Jing take it away.
Qiao Jing tried to open Zhan Qipei's fingers bit by bit. If he continued to lift them like this, the man's hands would become stiff and the soup would become cold.
She can take care of herself by herself.
Zhan Qi Pei finally made a move and moved the bowl in his direction to avoid letting Qiao Jing continue to grab the bowl.
Seeing how stubborn the man was, Qiao Jin took his hand back and felt a little angry.
"If you want to drink it yourself, I'll make a new bowl."
Seeing that his wife was angry, Zhan Qipei's face froze, and he didn't dare to insist on feeding her any more soup, so he passed the bowl forward.
He originally wanted to give the bowl to Qiao Jing, but when he passed it forward, he accidentally used too much force and the soup in the bowl spilled onto the woman's chest.
"I...wait a minute, I'm looking for a tissue."
Qiao Jing couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Zhan Qipei hurriedly pulling out a few tissues and raising his hand to wipe his clothes.
Why are you acting like a child?
After Zhan Qipei heard this chuckle, he paused. At this time, his eyes happened to be on Qiao Jing's wet spot.
In that towering position, the clothes were soaked by the soup, and the entire piece of fabric fit perfectly on Qiao Jing's body.
When he stared at that proud place, an imperceptible ambiguity flashed across his dark eyes.
This suddenly flashed into his mind, the scene of Qiao Jing after coming out of the swimming pool on the cruise ship that day, and when he was in the room...
Zhan Qipei's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes darkened as he stared at Qiao Jing, and his throat seemed to be burning.
He put the tissue in Qiao Jing's hand and did not help her wipe it, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to control it.
"You wipe it yourself, and I'll find some clothes for you."
Qiao Jing didn't notice the look in Zhan Qipei's eyes just now, but thought it was a little strange that his back looked a little flustered for no reason.
"There are no clothes for me here, only hospital gowns."
Zhan Qipei said oh and walked to the only cabinet in the lounge. After opening the cabinet, he accidentally knocked on it.
When the cabinet door collided with Zhan Qi Pei's head, there was a dull banging sound, but he acted as if he didn't feel anything and stared at the hospital gown inside in a daze.
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qi Pei, why did the man look like he had lost his soul?
"What's wrong?"
Zhan Qipei was pulled back from his thoughts about the night he arrived on the cruise ship. He took out a new hospital gown from the cabinet and hurried back to Qiao Jing.
"It's okay. You can change your clothes. I'll go out first."
After closing the door to the lounge, the smell of hospital disinfectant filled Zhan Qi Pei's nose, and he felt that the heat in his heart had dissipated a lot.
I almost lost control...
Qiao Jing looked at the hospital gown in the ward and frowned.
You were fine just now, but why do you suddenly feel like you have lost your soul? You can hit your head even if you open a cabinet?
Zhan Qipei went out in such a hurry just now that he didn't even close the lid of the thermos bucket.
All she could think about was not to let the soup get cold. Without thinking any more, she closed the lid of the thermos bucket and quickly changed into a hospital gown.
After Qiao Jin changed her clothes, she went to open the door of the lounge.
The man's tall body is blocking the door of the lounge, and his broad arms give people a feeling that they can be relied on at any time.
The light in the hospital corridor shone on his side, lengthening his back, and a dark shadow wrapped around Qiao Jing behind him.
Qiao Jing looked at the back silently, remembering that the man had stood in front of her several times in this protective posture. Her long eyelashes trembled, and there was an emotion in her heart that she had never felt before.
"Zhan Qi Pei, come in and have something to eat."
When the man heard his familiar voice, he immediately turned around.
A sudden gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing up the large hospital gown on Qiao Jing's body. Her somewhat pale face did not make her vulnerable, but instead gave the man a sense of protectiveness.
Zhan Qi Pei was heartbroken and had the urge to hold the woman tightly in his arms.
She looked at Zhan Qi Pei with an indifferent expression, and there was a trace of fatigue that could not be eliminated in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Zhan Qipei thought of his slender body under this hospital gown, his heart ached, and he took Qiao Jing back to the lounge.
After closing the door, he picked up the bowl on the table and filled it with hot soup again.
"You go back to the bed and sit down, and I'll feed you."
Qiao Jing's face went blank for a moment. Her clothes were wet by him just now. Now he wants to feed her?
There was doubt in her tone.
"You still want to feed me?"
She deliberately glanced at the wet clothes and then turned her attention to Zhan Qi Pei.
Zhan Qipei showed a rare hint of embarrassment on his face, and his long eyebrows were furrowed like smoke, but the woman's somewhat sickly look made him feel distressed, so he decided to feed her.
"It was an accident just now. There will be no accidents this time."
Without waiting for Qiao Jing to answer him, he added another sentence.
"If you don't want me to feed you with a spoon, I'll feed you with my mouth."
Qiao Jing laughed angrily at Zhan Qi Pei's shamelessness, but men could indeed do such things. She didn't want to bother anymore, so she simply let the man feed her soup.