Chapter 106: Go back to the nest and lock the bed, and there will be no sun from now on 11
Only then did Shi Feiyan understand what she said. He let her go gently, his tone was extremely indulgent, even though he didn't understand what "four little swans" were at all.
He patiently rummaged through a pile of CDs, flipped through several of them, and played them to her one by one. He asked her if it was what she wanted to hear, but she just shook her head and said nothing.
After a while, I still didn't hear the piano music I wanted to hear. Xinhan closed his eyes and muttered, "No?"
"Yes, yes, I just don't know which one, just wait." Shi Feiyan sat on his knees on the ground flipping through the CDs. How could he, a bigot like him, distinguish between "Wedding in a Dream", "Autumn Whispers" and "A Man by the Waterside"?
The whole thing is a gangland with no musical ability at all![
"That's the one." Suddenly, Xinhan muttered in a low voice.
Shi Feiyan's hand paused, and the melodious piano sound slowly came out from the stereo. This was the best audio equipment he had bought a few days ago. He stood up unsteadily, returned to the bed, hugged her and asked
: "Are you hungry? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll ask Hong Wu to come over and check you out."
"I don't want to move." Xinhan pressed his head against the sheets.
Shi Feiyan looked at her obviously thin face and felt really distressed. He got out of bed and poured her a glass of warm water. He raised her head and fed her a few mouthfuls. "Let's eat something first. What do you want to eat?"
"Porridge." Xinhan took a sip of water and continued to lie still against the sheets.
When Shi Feiyan saw her taking the initiative to order porridge, he concluded that she had an appetite. Most of the stone in his heart dropped, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It is said that the work efficiency in Mansion No. 8 is very high. In a short while, the servant brought out a bowl of millet porridge at a moderate temperature. It was bland and tasteless, but it was the best for people who were recovering from a long illness.
Shi Feiyan personally took the millet porridge, raised her head, knocked her head on his lap, and fed her mouthfuls.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn your mouth."
Shi Feiyan coaxed softly, Xinhan felt that he was so gentle that it made her uneasy. He had never been a gentle person.
She held her heart in her hands, trembling slightly, and drank the porridge in small sips.
It felt like my stomach was empty after not eating for a long time, but after drinking less than half a bowl, I felt full.
But she didn't dare to refuse the white rice porridge that Shi Feiyan brought to her mouth. She took a small sip, a small sip, and continued to drink.