The dim light bulb was shaking above the head, and sweetheart found a small medicine box in the corner, and struggled to identify the usage guide on the medicine bottle at the lamp.

To be honest, she was really shocked. Before coming, she made countless assumptions. She even thought Qinglang was the worst that she was locked in a room with a window blocked. She had everything except to be unable to get out, but she didn't expect that he was locked up in such a down-and-out place for a whole week!

Why are there such a father? Aren’t fatherly love all great?

She felt more and more distressed, her eyes were constantly being tearful, and she couldn't see the words clearly.

There is no air conditioner and the fan cannot turn. It is so hot that it is not airtight. Even if you apply medicine, the wound will not be cured for a while. The small space separated is a simple bathroom and a shower. She originally wanted to unscrew the water and wet the towel to help him wipe his body, but she found that the only thing flowing out of the shower... is cold water.

Situ Qinglang lay on the bed and felt drowsy. After a long time of not seeing Tianxin speak, he asked softly: "Tianxin, what are you doing?"

Sweetheart secretly wiped his tears, washed the towel, returned to him to wipe the blood stains and wounds, then poured hydrogen peroxide, applied medicine, and bandaged him. He was as skillful as a professional nurse.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"What about now?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"What about now?"

She kept asking repeatedly, as if she had forgotten that he was a body that was so strong that he was afraid that he would be injured. After answering a few times, Situ Qinglang suddenly turned his hand back and pulled her to her side, hugged her and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's a fool."

However, sweetheart got up restlessly, pinched his face and asked, "Qingqing said you don't eat! Is it! Why do you have to go on a hunger strike? How can you, a man, go on a hunger strike?"

"Who told you that I've taken a hunger strike?" Situ Qinglang was helpless, "This is all the things you women do. I just don't have much appetite."

"Then will I feed you well?" Sweetheart suddenly asked with her head tilted.

"What to eat?" Situ Qinglang was surprised, "You even brought food?"

"Actually... it was prepared by He Jiaming." Sweetheart stuck out his tongue, pulled the medicine box beside him, and took off the first floor. Situ Qinglang couldn't help but hold his forehead - this equipment was too complete.

"I don't want to eat what he prepared." He frowned like a proud emperor.

"Don't do this. Jiaming is pretty good. He came to help without saying a word. If it weren't for him today, I wouldn't have been to help you." Sweetheart explained while opening the lunch box. He tasted the porridge himself, and after confirming it was still fresh, he ordered him, "Open his mouth."

"I really don't want to eat..." Situ Qinglang hid back, feeling a little a little... jealous, how could Sweetheart turn her elbow out and praise He Jiaming! And he also said he is very good!

"Can you not let your mother-in-law be like a delicate flower?" Sweetheart was angry, "Hurry up, open your mouth, I will feed you, if you don't eat me, I will ignore you!"

He was really going to be defeated by this little girl. For the first time, Situ Qinglang felt that he was so delicate that he wanted someone else to feed him. He had to say, "Okay, I'll eat it myself."

"I'll feed you, you're responsible for opening your mouth." Sweetheart immediately smiled and handed the hot porridge to his lips, "Ah——"

It was obviously just a simple bowl of porridge and dishes, but the two of them ate for half an hour. He Jiaming walked irritably and restlessly: "Are these two people still finished? Don't tell me that they have taken off their clothes and put them on them!"

"What's the rush?" Situ Qingqing glanced at him.
Chapter completed!