Chanel pulled her lips together and laughed comically. It turned out that she was the one who hurt Yiyi in the dream. The little baby said it hurt. It was Chanel who killed her, so she felt pain...
Chanel's eyes were filled with blood from that day's smooth flow, and her stomach ached very much.
To this day, the pain is still vivid in my mind!
"Take the medicine." Su Shijie fed her the medicine and asked the servant to make some light rice porridge.
Chanel lay back on the bed, the high fever making her brain confused.
After a while, the rice porridge was cooked, and Su Shijie woke up Shanel and fed her.
Chanel was sick, so she naturally had no appetite, and she usually didn't like to eat light things like rice porridge. She couldn't swallow it after two bites.
Su Shijie frowned and force-fed her spoonful after spoonful.
Once, when she was sick, he fed her like this.
At that time, he used coaxing methods and tried every means to get her to eat.
When she took a bite, his frown relaxed a little, as if every bite she took made him happy.
But now, he had a cold expression. She couldn't eat it, so he forced it into her mouth.
Soon, her mouth was filled. Chanel chewed painfully and tried desperately to swallow. Swallowing became so difficult...
Another mouthful was forced in. Chanel choked and coughed vigorously, spitting out a mouthful of rice porridge.
Su Shijie frowned deeper, feeling anxious inside.
He was afraid that she would collapse if she kept not eating like this!
"Chanel, you have forgotten that your life belongs to me. How dare you allow yourself to become so sick?"
"I..." Chanel choked and choked, her cheeks were red due to the high fever, and she coughed, as if she had no strength to even cough.
Xiao Zhang ran over and cleaned up the debris on the ground...
Did he force her to eat like this on purpose? Did he offend him again somewhere?
Shanel lay back and nodded lightly: "I want to rest."
Su Shijie ordered Xiao Zhang to bring another bowl of rice porridge.
Chanel was unwilling to open her eyes or eat.
Su Shijie was anxious and angry...
Anxious, he didn't know what to do when he saw her sick look; angry, her sleep talk kept echoing in his mind...
He wanted to be good to her, but he also wanted to be bad to her. In the tangled contradiction, his attitude became hot and cold.
Not to mention that Chanel couldn't stand it, Su Shijie himself couldn't stand it either.
He darkened his eyes, and in the end, his heartache for her was greater than his resentment.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her up again, letting her half lean in his arms.
Only this time, his movements and tone were gentle: "I won't dictate what your job is from now on, you can use your strengths!"
Shanel's brows moved.
Su Shijie coaxed: "Eat the rice porridge, and then you can get the pardon."
Shanel opened her eyes and looked at him: "Why?"
In his eyes, she saw the light of distress. Was she wrong?
He seemed to be back to the Su Shijie he was before, but it seemed like he wasn't.
"I didn't expect you to be so delicate. You really grew up pampered." Su Shijie took the rice porridge with one hand.
"But I really can't eat it." Chanel said hoarsely, "...can you add something else to it?"
"You have a high fever."
"I know..." Chanel lowered her long eyelashes, she really couldn't eat like this.