Who knew that Ou Jue would hold her hand and gently kiss it with his thin lips, his voice husky, "Awake?"
Xiyan’s heart was racing uncontrollably, and she pulled back again, "You, let go..."
Ou Jue, uncharacteristically obedient, let her go, sat up straight, and there was a cracking sound from his neck as he stretched.
Well, sleeping in that position all night, how could he not be tired?
Especially for Young Master Ou, who has been pampered since childhood.
Xiyan looked away, "Who told you to do this? I clearly told you to leave yesterday."
"So eager for to leave, huh?"
"Hmph."
"Alright, I understand." Ou Jue nodded and actually walked out of the hospital room.
...?????
Xiyan sat up, watching Ou Jue’s departing figure, her mouth moved.
But in the end, she didn’t say a word.
Her heart rippled with an inexplicable frustration.
"Big jerk." she muttered softly.
She took out her phone and checked it.
Geez, my mom trusts too much.
Not a single phone call, really that at ease leaving in Ou Jue’s care?
Xiyan called Xia Zhiyun, "Hello? Mom."
"Honey, you’re awake?"
"What are you doing?"
"Watching TV."
"...I’m getting discharged."
"Oh, then I’ll cook now and wait for you and Ou Jue to co back to eat."
"What do you an and Ou Jue? He’s already gone! I’m alone in the hospital room right now!"
But the next second, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, "Who said I left?"
Xiyan was stunned, looked up, and found that Ou Jue had returned,
with a bag of food in his hand.
Xiyan looked incredulously at the suddenly reappearing Demon, "You..."
He placed the food aside, stepped forward, and took Xiyan’s phone, "Hello Aunt Xia, it’s Ou Jue. No, I just went out to get her breakfast, yeah, I will."
After speaking, he handed the phone back to Xiyan, then turned around and began arranging the boxed als on the table, his expression indifferent.
Xiyan looked bewildered, "No, what on earth do you an?"
"The fourth thing couples must do, have breakfast together." Ou Jue said as he picked up a bowl of millet porridge, sat back down in the chair beside the hospital bed, stirred the steaming bowl with a spoon, and fed it to Xiyan like a baby, "Open up."
"I don’t... mm." The porridge was spooned into her mouth, the rice fragrance lingered.
One spoonful after another, not giving Xiyan any chance to refuse.
Xiyan was utterly helpless and dodged slightly, "Give the food, I can eat on my own."
"Nope." Ou Jue scooped another spoonful, "You’re a patient."
"Co on, it’s just a scratch on my forehead, not a dislocated arm."
"Still no, now open your mouth, be good."
"..." Can soone tell her what on earth is this bizarre scenario??
Xiyan silently cooperated with Ou Jue to finish the breakfast, watching as Ou Jue crouched down, preparing to put on her shoes.
Wait a mont.
Ou Jue putting on her shoes!
This high and mighty young master, now kneeling on one knee, half-kneeling in front of her, putting on her shoes.
Looking at Ou Jue’s chiseled face, his focused eyes.
Xiyan’s nose felt a bit sour, and she turned her gaze away.
What does Ou Jue an by this?
Always doting on her as usual, but not planning to tell her who that "she" is, right?
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