Xia Wanxin walked over with some hesitation.

Seeing his posture, she said hesitantly: "Mr. Bo, do you want me to feed you?"

Bo Qingyun raised her eyes and said in a matter-of-fact tone, without denying that she was right: "This injury is because of you, I don't deserve it?"

One sentence blocked Xia Wanxin's next words.

She walked completely to the bedside.

He picked up the spoon and porridge bowl and explained why he often fed the little sweetheart. Her posture was not unfamiliar to her.

He just pursed his lips tightly and handed over the spoon without saying a word.

I was talking nicely not far away just now, but now I have shut up again.

Bo Qingyun raised her eyes and opened her mouth silently, taking the mouthful of porridge from her.

His thin lips moved, and he said calmly: "It's a little hot."

Xia Wanxin nodded without saying anything. She scooped up another spoonful of porridge, shook her wrist, and then handed it to his lips.

Bo Qingyun opened her mouth without cooperation.

He asked coldly: "Are you mute?"

Xia Wanxin's eyes moved slightly but she didn't speak.

The spoonful of porridge was still held in front of him, and Bo Qingyun said impatiently: "Speak."

Xia Wan closed her eyes heartily.

What's wrong with this person? She just drinks porridge and insists on talking about something. Is there any causal relationship between these two things?

She pursed her lips and said quickly: "I didn't brush my teeth."

Bo Qingyun: "..."

Xia Wanxin said again: "This is what you insist on me talking about."

Don't blame her if you get smoked.

Bo Qingyun frowned and her heart skipped a beat.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said in a calm voice: "Go to the bathroom."

Xia Wanxin instantly understood what he meant and shrugged: "Okay, but I have to trouble Mr. Bo to wait for a while. But isn't the porridge too hot? It just needs to be cold."

Smiling perfunctorily, she put down the bowl and walked briskly towards the bathroom.

Bo Qingyun's eyes were dark and she said nothing.

Xia Wanxin brushed her teeth at the slowest speed and washed her face.

Walker came suddenly, and she forgot about it for a moment.

Now that I think about it, she seemed to be quite close to him when she was talking to him.

I felt a little embarrassed when I thought that I might have smoked him.

Xia Wanxin tried her best to waste time, but she couldn't delay it for much longer.

When she went out again, the porridge bowl was still steaming.

Xia Wanxin's freshly washed face was very fair and delicate, and her surprised expression was very vivid: "Is the porridge not cold yet?"

Bo Qingyun said with a stern smile: "Seeing that you were delayed for so long, I just asked someone to change the bowl. Are you satisfied?"

Xia Wan felt her teeth grinding.

Does this person have any intention of causing trouble for her over such a trivial matter?

Every time she gets impatient, she looks at his chest.

I imagined what the big hole there looked like and how the blood flowed from his chest all over the floor.

When she thought of this scene, she could bear it.

Xia Wanxin picked up the porridge bowl again without any complaints.

He took a spoonful of it with a spoon, put it to his lips, blew on it, and then handed it to him.

This time, Bo Qingyun ate cooperatively.

One fed the other and the other ate. Gradually, the atmosphere seemed to have changed.

Xia Wan couldn't believe that she had done what she was doing now.

She should cover Bo Qingyun's face with the porridge bowl, shouldn't she?
Chapter completed!