Chapter 388: Evil, you have forgotten what it feels like to be hungry!
After being at a loss for a while, she realized that she was dreaming and that she was not in the slave market. Wen Shijue was carefully wiping her sweat with a towel!
It seems that Tong Sheng's threats to him really frightened him, scaring him into nightmares again and again.
"Are you hungry?" Wen Shijue asked, looking at Xiaodie's chapped lips. She had been in a coma for three days and had not eaten enough water or rice.
"Wen Shijue..." Xiaodie actually doesn't feel hungry now. She has many questions she wants to ask.
"Call me Shijue, or Jue!" Wen Shijue put his hand on Xiaodie's face and gently rubbed her face with his fingertips. In just three days, she lost a lot of weight and became pale.
many.
"..." Xiaodie looked at Wen Shijue's obsidian eyes and forgot what she wanted to say.
Wen Shijue stood up and pressed the dial: "Mother Zhao, bring the porridge in!"
"I'm not hungry!" Xiaodie said. She was injured on her back. The bed she was lying on was also changed. Her shoulder was bandaged to support the wound, so it would not overwhelm the wound. However, lying down for a long time would cause the blood vessels to become incoherent, which would be detrimental to the wound.
She was recovering, so Wen Shijue had been by her side for the past three days, guarding her every step of the way, and would turn her body after a while.
"You have forgotten what it feels like to be hungry!" Wen Shijue came over, supported Xiaodie, and let her lean on her.
Xiaodie looked at him. His face was a little swollen, and there were heavy dark circles around his eyes. She knew without thinking that he must have stayed awake for several days and nights to take care of himself.
"Wen Shijue..." Xiaodie felt a little guilty and wanted to express her guilt.
"Call Jue!" Wen Shijue interrupted her and lowered his head to look at the injuries on her hands. His right hand was twisted so hard that the wrist bone was broken, and the palm of his left hand was bruised and bloody by the iron chain. Wen Shijue was so heartbroken that his breathing was trembling.
Three days have passed since the incident, and the scene of that day still keeps popping up in front of my eyes.
The way she endured the pain silently made her heartbroken. The moment she rushed up to hug him, it was engraved into her bones.
Such a woman cannot be pampered enough!
Mother Zhao brought the porridge in, looked at Xiaodie, and couldn't help but said: "Oh, Miss Xiaodie, you are finally awake. Do you know how worried the young master is about you?"
Wen Shijue thought she talked too much, so he asked her to put down the porridge and go out.
When she walked to the door, Zhao's mother couldn't help but turned around and said: "Master, Miss Xiaodie is also awake. You'd better go and have a rest. If you don't sleep for three days and three nights, Iron Man won't be able to bear it!"
Wen Shijue didn't look back, he just waved his hand in the air to signal Zhao Ma not to say more.
Sighing, Mother Zhao went out.
It’s true that the young master has never had sex with women before, so he looks worried!
Now that I have a woman, I don't have a single day of peace, and I am dragging the young master to suffer, which makes me even more anxious.
Wen Shijue put the porridge cooked with ginseng chicken soup into a small bowl, put it to his mouth with a small spoon to test whether it was hot or cold, and said, "Yeah! It's suitable, neither cold nor hot!"
"What are you doing?" Xiaodie looked at the small silver spoon stretched out in front of her and asked in embarrassment.
"Let me feed you!" Wen Shijue said calmly and handed the silver spoon in his hand a few minutes.
Only then did Xiaodie realize that she was now a disabled person who could not take care of herself. She was holding a steel plate in one hand, and the other hand was covered with ointment and a bandage.