The pain in my butt brought me back to reality. When I opened my eyes, lying beside the bed was a little maid with a Chunli haircut.
That slightly childish face showed surprise, worry, and distress.
I moved my body slightly, and there was severe pain in the injured area. I lay on the bed with my teeth grinning.
There was still a musty smell in the quilt, and I couldn't help but look pitifully at the little girl opposite.
"Miss, you finally woke up!" The little girl's eyes filled with tears.
"Um, you..." The little girl grabbed the opportunity and said happily:
"Fortunately, the meal didn't hurt any muscles or bones. Otherwise, I'm afraid the young lady won't be able to get out of bed in this life."
"Is it that serious?" I was shocked. I frowned and turned my head. Pain came over me, and the resentment in my heart increased even more.
"Miss, are you hungry? Sister Xiaobi just gave you a bowl of porridge secretly. Just wait, my servant will bring it to you." After she helped me tuck in the quilt, she walked not far away and saw an old table.
There is a bowl on top,
She picked it up, trotted over, sat on the edge of the bed, took a spoonful, blew on it and put it to my mouth.
I just felt a sore nose and felt even more homesick. I remembered that when I was sick and had a cold, my mother would also make porridge and feed it to me like this.
"Miss, don't cry. Isn't it delicious?" The little maid looked nervous:
"It can't be better now than it was before. Miss, just be patient!"
"I'm fine. Thank you. I'll do it myself!" She looked at me in surprise and handed the bowl over after a long while.
I took the bowl and ate it happily. Nothing makes me happier than filling my stomach.
"Why are you so polite to me, Miss? When I see Miss like this, I feel relieved.
If the master were still here, he would never let the young lady suffer such injustice." She took the bowl from my hand and put it on the table.