Xueer took a fruit knife and cut the apple into pieces, put it on a small plate, and put it in front of him again: "Eat it."
"Feed me." Xiaoyan was really excited, pretending to be like a terminally ill patient.
Seeing Xiaoyan tilting her head weakly and looking weak, Xueer didn't bother to argue with him.
I would feed him bite by bite. Occasionally, I would feed him as a gesture, but naughtily feed him the food in my own mouth.
Xiaoyan stared at her with a fierce expression, until she put the delicious apple slices into his mouth again, and he chewed them with satisfaction and ate them with relish.[
The moment Xueer put the apple slices into his mouth, it felt so familiar that a strange sadness suddenly rose in his heart.
If so many nonsensical things hadn't happened between them, and if he had told her the truth about the miscarriage from the beginning, would they be able to be as loving and sweet as the boss now?
Her cheek was so close that he could almost imagine the delicate feeling, because he was once so familiar with the touch of her fingertips.
Such delicate skin, he suddenly wanted to touch it.
"What are you doing?" Xiaoyan thought, and her hand reached over unconsciously.
Xueer leaned back cautiously, frowning tightly, with a defensive look in her eyes, which instantly broke the sense of familiarity created in Xiaoyan's heart.
"It's okay. There's something dirty on your face. I want you to wipe it off." He casually made an excuse, touched it lightly, and then said, "It turns out to be a mole. Haha, my eyesight doesn't look good."
"Thank you." Xueer smiled politely at him, her eyes twinkling.
After a while, the door rang and dinner was ready.
Xiaoyan got off the hospital bed, and the two of them sat on the sofa in the ward, facing each other.
There was a table full of Xue'er's favorite dishes. He diligently picked up the dishes for her: "You have to eat all of these, otherwise it will be a waste. I will just eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge."
As he spoke, he personally handed the chopsticks to Xue'er, while he took a spoon and put the thick white porridge in his mouth.
The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the sound of two people eating.
Xue'er could even hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.
"Is it delicious?"
Xue'er nodded absently. She sat on the sofa, her thoughts were confused and she couldn't figure out the context. She suddenly felt sad and inexplicable, which made her confused and curious.