Lin Zefeng stirred the chicken soup, took a spoonful and handed it to Yang Ruoyan's dry mouth. Seeing that she just looked at him blankly without any reaction, he asked doubtfully:

"Drink, why don't you drink? I took a sip and it tasted great!"

Lin Zefeng was afraid that she would lose her appetite, so she coaxed her like a child.

Hu Mengke tilted his head and looked on blankly, wondering how weird the atmosphere was.

Yang Ruoyan looked at Hu Mengke, then looked at Lin Zefeng awkwardly, stretched out his hand with a wound, and said;

"This... I'd better do it myself!"

"How can you do it by yourself? Look at your hands. They are all bruised and have some scabs. What if they collapse? Besides, you still have a fever and your hands and feet are weak. I'm afraid you won't even be able to hold a bowl.

Lin Zefeng touched her forehead again.

Well, it's much better than when it was delivered, but it's still very hot.

"How could I be so fragile?"

Yang Ruoyan lowered his head and muttered.

"Looking at you like this shows how fragile you are."

Lin Zefeng glanced at her, his tone slightly complaining.

Hu Mengke stood aside and watched for a long time. He took this opportunity to squeeze over and sat next to Yang Ruoyan. He was a little distance away from Lin Zefeng and stretched out his hand and said:

"Let me do it. I won't get used to Yan Yan."

"Oh well!"

Lin Zefeng handed the soup to Hu Mengke, stood up, and stood with his hands in his trouser pockets watching her drink.

Hu Mengke also gave Yang Ruoyan a scoop of medicine and said with a smile:

"Yanyan, come on, drink some chicken soup to replenish your body. I've been boiling this for more than two hours!"

Yang Ruoyan then opened his mouth to drink, and glanced at Lin Zefeng from time to time. Seeing that he kept staring at her, he remembered that when he had a nightmare just now, he seemed to be holding him, and he felt a little embarrassed, and his face began to feel hot. Fortunately,

Her face was already pale, and because she had a fever, her face was already red, which covered up her embarrassment.

"By the way, Cousin Lin hasn't eaten yet, has he? Do you want me to go out to eat with you?"

When the soup was almost finished, Hu Mengke remembered that Lin Zefeng seemed to have been in the hospital from about three o'clock in the afternoon until now. He seemed to have not eaten. Seeing that he had been staring at Yang Ruoyan drinking soup with relish, was he hungry?

"Gululu"

Lin Zefeng's stomach complained in a cooperative manner. Not only was it okay, but he was really hungry. He scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile:

"It's okay, I'm not hungry yet."

"Pfft."

Hu Mengke covered her mouth and laughed.

"Cousin Lin, your stomach has betrayed you. You are still telling lies with your eyes open. You are just hungry when you are hungry. What is there to be embarrassed about? You are not an outsider."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Yang Ruoyan smiled slightly and said:

"Yes, Cousin Lin, thank you for taking care of me. I've woken up and feel much better. I see it's so dark. It must be quite late. You'd better go back first!"

Lin Zefeng looked at his watch. It was just after midnight, and he had to catch up with the announcement around five o'clock tomorrow. Now that Hu Mengke was back, it was time for him to retire, but why didn't he want to leave?

"Well, it's quite late, so I'd better leave first. You have a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Ah, are you leaving now? Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Hu Mengke yelled reluctantly. He still wanted to go out to have a meal with his idol. Why did he drive him away with such ignorant words?

Yang Ruoyan rolled her eyes at Hu Mengke, grabbed her hand, and pushed her back when she wanted to stand up to stop her. Although her expression was very distorted when she smiled, you could still tell that she was smiling.

He said to Lin Zefeng:
Chapter completed!