To put it bluntly, he was just a willful child emotionally. He was persistent because he couldn't get it. He might have some feelings for her, but it couldn't last long. She was scared of being hurt and no longer dared to believe in persistence or fighting.
.
She has always known that she is not suitable for Zhuang Licheng, and even more inappropriate for Zhuang Tianyao. She has not even fallen in love with him, so why should she be such a coward?
After a while, there was the sound of the door opening. Zhuang Tianyao saw her getting up, with a smile on her sullen face, as if nothing had happened. He shook the thermos bottle in his hand and said, "Just right, fresh millet porridge.
I didn’t add any other ingredients because I’m afraid you’ll feel uncomfortable with the smell, so I’ll fill your stomach first.” He really thought everything through.
Lin Jiyue hesitated for a long time, watching him carefully put the porridge into a small bowl to let out the heat. Her clear eyes faded away, as if she had made some decision. When he walked up to her with the bowl in hand, she
Speak slowly.
"Zhuang Tianyao, why don't we make a bet?"
The two of them stood motionless. After a long time, Zhuang Tianyao said in a very slow voice: "I don't want to bet." His cold voice was a bit playful, and he stared at her for a moment. He was used to being in control.
The way things are going, it is impossible for unexpected situations to happen.
Lin Jiyue leaned tiredly on the soft pillow, and said feebly and sarcastically: "I didn't expect that the omnipotent Second Young Master Zhuang would be afraid."
Zhuang Tianyao glanced at her with a half-smile, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her cheek to cheek, murmuring and admitting: "Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of losing you."
Lin Jiyue's heart was beating fast and she looked away with a blush on her face. She had no idea at all about his unreasonable behavior.
Zhuang Tianyao stood up as if nothing had happened, stirred the millet porridge with a spoon, and tasted it himself. The temperature was just right, and then he brought it to her, and his tone softened: "Here, take a few bites to cushion your stomach, and think about what else.
If you want to eat, I'll have someone bring it later. Just drinking porridge is too bland."
Lin Jiyue pursed her lips and said nothing, showing no appreciation, and the atmosphere became tense again. Zhuang Tianyao was not in a hurry, and patiently drank the porridge with her, thinking that those people were right, women who are pregnant
His temper will become louder, but he will also become more delicate. He must be coaxed. Their previous cold and hard way of getting along will not work. It is not good for adults and children. Even if he is a man, there is no shame in giving in first. After all, this is
His woman, or the woman who carries his flesh and blood, if you don't pamper her, who else can you pamper?
The nurse came once in the middle, and she couldn't help but look at them twice. Lin Jiyue felt embarrassed, and finally couldn't match Zhuang Tianyao's shamelessness, so she drank the porridge according to his wishes.
It was night all of a sudden. Lin Jiyue wanted to take a bath. Zhuang Tianyao felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. In his heart, he completely regarded her as a woman about to give birth. He was afraid that she would fall and slip, so he insisted on helping her wash her. Lin Jiyue would live or die.
He disagreed, and in the end he was at a stalemate, so he asked a nurse to "look at" him to feel at ease.
Lin Jiyue was even more unhappy with Zhuang Tianyao now. She didn't say anything the whole night. He hurriedly washed up and got on the bed and insisted on squeezing with her. Although there was heating, she was cold and her hands, hands, and feet were not warm.
He helped her cover it.
Lin Jiyue felt uncomfortable and squirmed to avoid him.
Zhuang Tianyao narrowed his eyes and said angrily: "Don't move."