"Uh... you said that yourself! It's not me." Ye Ziqing waved her hands quickly and began to shirk responsibility.
"Yes, yes, it's what I said, okay? You'd better feed me the soup quickly! Otherwise it will be harder to drink when it gets cold." After Han Yixuan finished speaking, a sad look appeared on his face.
But that kind of expression was something Ye Ziqing had never seen on Han Yixuan's face before, as if he had some shadow over drinking chicken soup.
"Han Yixuan, do you have any objections to drinking chicken soup?" Ye Ziqing couldn't help but ask after thinking about it.
"..." Han Yixuan looked at Ye Ziqing with a surprised look on her face, wondering when this stupid girl's brain would open up and she could actually see this.
"Haha... If you don't want to answer, forget it!" Ye Ziqing shrugged her shoulders and laughed twice awkwardly.
"There is no shadow! It's obvious that you are overthinking it." Han Yixuan looked out the window guiltily, but he did not hide the lonely expression on his face.
"Okay! I won't argue with you anymore, hurry up and drink the chicken soup!" After saying that, Ye Ziqing scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to Han Yixuan.
"Feed me..." Han Yixuan ordered domineeringly with a matter-of-fact look on his face.
"What? I...hey...feed you?!" Ye Ziqing pointed at herself, wanting to confirm whether she heard correctly.
"That's right! My hands are inconvenient, so of course I can't drink soup by myself, but is there anyone else in this room besides you?" Han Yixuan nodded solemnly, still looking as if it was a matter of course.
"What's wrong with your hands? You're obviously just making excuses!" Ye Ziqing couldn't help but feel a little angry. How could he be so arrogant and unreasonable!
"Hey... I'm a patient! Can't you take care of me?" Han Yixuan crossed his arms and pretended to be very angry.
Han Yixuan's words hit Ye Ziqing's weakness, so she had no choice but to endure her anger and nodded: "Okay, I will tolerate it!"
Then she sat next to Han Yixuan and used a spoon to put spoonfuls of chicken soup into Han Yixuan's mouth.
After a while, the bowl of chicken soup had reached the bottom, which made Han Yixuan suddenly feel that the chicken soup was not so bad after all!
After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, Han Yi Xuan lay lazily on the hospital bed, looking like a pampered young master.
Although Ye Ziqing is a wealthy lady, she is helping Han Yixuan pack things on the table.
"Hey... stop it, those nurses will take care of it themselves." Han Yixuan glanced at Ye Ziqing, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Just now, he and Ye Ziqing looked at each other, and the scene where she fed him chicken soup with her own hands was still playing in his mind, making him feel very warm when he recalled it.