This is also the first ti she has heard about it.
Today is different from yesterday, the two bodyguards who stood at the door have been withdrawn.
Su Yan knocked on the door.
"It’s , Su Yan."
The person inside did not speak or make any movent.
She pushed the door and entered.
Bo Feng was leaning against the hospital bed, wearing blue and white striped hospital pajamas.
His complexion was still pale.
But his spirit seed a bit better than yesterday.
Bo Feng glanced at Su Yan expressionlessly a few tis.
Then he looked away.
Su Yan placed the fruit basket on the table.
She spoke out,
"Are you feeling any better?"
Bo Feng’s voice was stiff,
"I won’t die."
This was the first ti he had spoken to her since the car accident.
His tone was icy cold.
Su Yan did not speak further, just sitting there keeping him company.
The nurse ca in every hour to take his temperature and check his condition.
And each ti, the temperature in the ward seed to drop even lower.
Neither Su Yan nor Bo Feng spoke.
Because Bo Feng had been on an IV drip, he wouldn’t feel hungry even if he stayed there all day.
But Su Yan was different, she would get hungry when it was ti to eat.
Looking at the ti, it was already twelve o’clock.
She stood up and spoke,
"Do you want to eat sothing?"
"Not hungry,"
ca the icy reply.
Su Yan nodded and walked out.
He knew she had gone to eat.
Knew she would be back soon.
But as soon as she left, irritation began building inside of him.
No, it was agitation.
His temper rose gradually.
Even though he tried to contain it, his gaze kept drifting to the door,
to see if she had returned.
An hour went by.
She hadn’t co back.
Bo Feng’s lips were pressed together, his expression cold.
Two hours passed and she was still not back.
Bo Feng’s face started to look a bit ugly.
Two and a half hours later, Su Yan returned.
She was carrying a bowl of millet porridge and walked up to Bo Feng.
Then, she carefully placed it on the bedside table.
She said,
"The nurse said you can have this."
Bo Feng glanced at the millet porridge on the table.
Then at Su Yan, neither agreeing nor declining.
Because he was still upset about why she had co back so late.
Su Yan had no idea what he was thinking.
Seeing that he hadn’t refused and his hand in a plaster cast,
She took it upon herself to pick up the millet porridge, ladled it with a spoon, and brought it to his lips.
Bo Feng froze at Su Yan’s action.
He completely forgot about his recent anger.
His eyes fixed on Su Yan, lips still pursed.
Su Yan was earnest,
"Drink this, it’s good for your body."
After a while, Bo Feng snorted, and then, opened his mouth.
In the mont he did so, the tips of his ears turned red.
Is this her way of asking for his forgiveness?
She thinks just feeding him a bit of this will make him forgive her for deceiving him.
Even though they’re married, she dallied with another man. He must cold-shoulder her for a while longer to let her understand her mistake clearly.
With that thought, his ears turned even redder.
He sipped the millet porridge fed to him by Su Yan, mouthful by mouthful.
Xiao Hua spoke,
"Ding dong, the male lead’s affinity value has increased by 5, current affinity value 64."
Xiao Hua clicked her tongue in amazent.
The Host only fed a couple of spoonfuls of porridge and the affinity value increased? Indeed, the Host is formidable!!
Su Yan stayed there for three days in a row.
She would arrive early each day and leave only when it was very late.
He would eat whenever she fed him, but he still seed cold and unwilling to speak with her.
So much so that in three days, the two of them had exchanged fewer than ten sentences.
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