Li Xiuqi explained subconsciously: "Aunt Lin Yan, my mother was just too worried, so she forgot to pour me water for a while."
"Oh, really?" Lin Yan's face was full of disbelief. She saw that Bai Qingluo was very idle and sat quietly in the ward the whole time.
After Lu Wanwan poured a glass of water for Li Xiuqi, he put it into his little hand and said, "Drink it."
Li Xiuqi drank it down. It was obvious that he was really thirsty, but why didn't he tell Bai Qingluo?
Lu Wanwan thought for a while and asked, "Is it because you told the truth that your mother hated you?"
When faced with Bai Qingluo's previous inquiry, Li Xiucheng never said a single word of fault about her, leaving Bai Qingluo unable to make a move. This made Lu Wanwan and others have a greater change in their view of him.
Before, they all thought that this child was a coward who only followed Bai Qingluo's orders and would most likely help Bai Qingluo bite Lu Wanwan back, but he made the opposite choice.
As a result, the bruise on Li Xiuqi's forehead made him look even more pitiful and helpless to Lu Wanwan.
After Li Xiuqi put down the water glass, he said innocently: "No, my mother is not that stingy."
"Ha." Lin Yan laughed tacitly.
"Okay." Lu Wanwan nodded. He didn't want to say anything, and it was hard for her to ask questions, lest it seemed like he was deliberately inciting feelings between mother and son.
Lu Wanwan then pointed to the bag on the side and asked, "Are you hungry? We brought you porridge, do you want some?"
Li Xiuqi was really hungry now, so he didn't refuse: "Thank you..."
Lu Wanwan took out the food for him, opened the lid, and handed it to him.
When Li Xiuqi reached out to take it, their hands accidentally touched each other.
God, his hands are so cold!
After Lu Wanwan was surprised, he remembered that An An's hands were cold every time he was given an infusion.
What's more, Li Xiuqi continued to lose fluids for several hours.
Seeing that there was still a needle stuck in the back of his hand and it was difficult to move, Lu Wanwan asked: "Shall I feed you?"
People are always very tolerant of human babies, and Lu Wanwan is no exception.
Li Xiuqi didn't want to trouble her: "I can do it myself."
Lin Yan saw that his little hand holding the porridge was shaking, probably because it was numb from the infusion, so she couldn't help but said coolly: "Don't be so brave. If the porridge is spilled, your mother will blame us."
Li Xiuqi was stunned. Aunt Lin Yan's words made sense. His mother was indeed trying every means to cause trouble for Aunt Wanwan, although he didn't understand why.
In order to avoid this happening, Li Xiuqi compromised: "That would be troublesome."
After Lu Wanwan took the food, he took a spoonful and fed it to his mouth, and he lowered his head and ate it obediently.
This scene made her feel like she was feeding a stray cat, one that had just been born.
Li Xiuqi's breath sprayed very faintly on Lu Wanwan's wrist along with his eating movements.
Lu Wanwan's voice softened: "Are you used to eating?"
Li Xiuqi said a dull "hmm" and did not dare to look up at her the whole time.
Because now he longs for a warmth that does not belong to him more and more!
When Bai Qingluo came back from the bathroom, this was what he saw.
Her son is actually eating the food Lu Wanwan feeds?!