Jun Ruoshui's eyes were full of seriousness and determination, as if he could break his body to pieces for her.
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Xianning couldn't help but stretched out her hand, covered his lips, and pulled him to sit down. She even forgot to cry, and just choked and said, "Don't talk about death anymore... from now on."
...You are not even allowed to suffer injuries for me..."
No more. No more wanting him to do anything for her... She already owed him too much. He saved her from a desperate situation that no one could get out of alive. He fed her with blood to keep her alive...
...But what makes her heartache the most is that he still loves her despite carrying so many heavy pasts... Such love... She can't afford it, nor can she bear it... But she can't change it... She already loves her
Fall in love with him and decide not to leave again...
Staring at Mu Xianning dotingly, Jun Ruoshui nodded, held her fingertips against his lips, and raised a smile like the spring breeze, "Stop crying. If you cry, the porridge will get cold."
"You are hungry, come on, let me feed you." Jun Ruoshui put down the plate tenderly, picked up the porridge, used a white porcelain spoon to scoop up a spoonful of white porridge, and brought it to her lips, gently
After blowing on it to cool it down, he fed it to Mu Xianning.
His movements were as gentle as the spring breeze and as warm as the sunshine in March, shining into her heart and warming her heart.
She stared at his face with tears still stained, and subconsciously opened her mouth, taking the porridge filled with all his love for you into her mouth. A hot stream like a clear spring flowed into her mouth, and a mellow taste filled her mouth.
Even though she has no appetite, she doesn't feel offended...
She ate the food, but her eyes did not look at the porridge, but kept falling on his face, and her eyes became moist again.
What's wrong with her? She cried more that day than she had in her whole life, but just looking at his face made her heart hurt, so sour, and she hated herself. How could she be so cruel to him, so cruel?
I almost missed him...
"Why, isn't it delicious?" Jun Ruoshui didn't know what Mu Xianning was thinking. Seeing her expression that she was about to cry again, she got nervous and said, "I didn't even cook before. I used to fight with the soldiers.
We eat whatever we have. The meals we have cooked these days were all learned from a few cookbooks in the senior's study... It must be difficult to cook..." Jun Ruoshui was not worried about anything. He was only worried about,
I'm afraid it won't suit her appetite, I'm afraid she won't want to eat it...
The tears in Mu Xianning's eyes flowed out again in front of his distressed and worried words, but she couldn't say anything and just shook her head vigorously.
No...she has just never eaten...other people cooked porridge for her with their own hands...A very proud man who fought in the army would actually cook porridge day and night for her...and eat it for her with his own hands.
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Neither her father in the previous life nor Shou Yue in this life had ever fed her or cared for her like this.
It made her feel like she was a rare treasure. She no longer needed to be so strong and determined to live, and someone would be by her side.
Seeing Mu Xianning who couldn't even speak, Jun Ruoshui panicked again and wanted to speak.
Gong Que said with some disdain, "It's not that it's not to your liking. You just followed the recipe and it's already as good as an imperial chef. How could it not taste good? It's just that pregnant women may have a tricky mouth..." Gong Que's words
