Chapter 681 Intimacy

After an unknown amount of time, Li Xiaoxiao asked softly, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"kindness."

She straightened up, lifted him up carefully, and stuffed a pillow behind his back: "Is it okay? Will it be uncomfortable?"

"Exactly." He responded briefly.

Hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao turned around and left the ward to find Adjutant Zhang, asking him to help prepare some dinner.

After more than ten minutes, Adjutant Zhang delivered the dinner.

Very light millet porridge and a few dishes.

Li Xiaoxiao set up a small table on the bed and arranged the meals.

Si Mocheng kept watching her busy, his cold face softened a bit.

Seeing that he was not moving, Li Xiaoxiao brought him the millet porridge: "You can eat some, Adjutant Zhang said that you can't eat too greasy food now that you are recuperating."

He didn't make a sound, and slowly raised his hand to pick it up.

He moves very slowly and seems to be having a bit of a hard time.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little distracted, not knowing where he was hurt, she lowered her eyes slightly and remained silent.

I don't know how long it took before those big hands took the bowl.

But in the next moment, there was a 'bang'.

The bowl fell to the ground, and before she could take her hand back, the slightly hot millet porridge spilled all over her hands.

Si Mocheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he held her tightly with his big hands, trembling slightly because of the excessive force.

"How is it?" He asked in a low voice, his voice flustered.

Only then did Li Xiaoxiao come to her senses, only feeling a wet heat on her hands.

Looking up to meet his dark and scary eyes, her eyes widened, she shook her head seriously and said, "It's okay, it's okay...don't worry..."

Si Mocheng pursed his lips and remained silent, his jaw tensed, and he was about to drag her to flush.

But as soon as he moved, bean-sized beads of sweat fell down his forehead, and his face turned pale.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, she wiped her hands with a piece of paper and said anxiously: "Don't move around, I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt at all!"

He didn't look at her, but raised his eyes to look outside the door: "Zhang Cheng!"

As soon as the words fell, Adjutant Zhang pushed the door open and came in, with a straight military posture: "Colonel."

"Take her to see a doctor, now." He said coldly, even though he was wearing a hospital gown, he was still intimidating.

"I don't need it, I'm fine..."

Li Xiaoxiao tried to explain, but Si Mocheng didn't listen to her at all, and stared directly at her with black eyes, unable to refuse.

In addition, Adjutant Zhang only obeyed his orders.

Li Xiaoxiao had to follow Adjutant Zhang to see a doctor, but it wasn't serious, it was just that the back of her hand was a little red from the heat.

The doctor put some ointment on her and wanted to bandage her.

Li Xiaoxiao refused with a wrinkled face, if she wrapped it up again, the little uncle would be annoyed if he saw it.

Compared with his, this little injury is really nothing.

When she returned to the ward again, Si Mocheng still maintained the previous posture, dazed and absent-minded.

Li Xiaoxiao was about to clean up the spilled millet porridge, but Adjutant Zhang snatched it up first, with quick eyesight and quick hands.

After he left, Li Xiaoxiao filled another bowl of millet porridge from the thermos, while Si Mocheng kept his eyes on the slightly red back of her hand, and remained silent.

"Don't look at it, it's really all right, it won't feel like it at all." She comforted him.

After serving the porridge, Li Xiaoxiao held the bowl and hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should pass it to him again.

But if you don't hand it to him, do you want to feed him yourself?

It seems a little... a little too intimate...

Si Mocheng seemed to see her worries, and said in a deep voice, "Put it on the table."