The woman's eyes are strange yet familiar.

Many years ago, she also looked at him with such eyes.

Worship and be obsessed with.

Later, there was no more.

Noticing Huo Yunting's gaze, Xia Chuwei looked like a caught thief and avoided his gaze in panic, but her cheeks became warm for some unknown reason.

Huo Yunting put her back on the bed, "You haven't gone away from your fever yet, do you know?"

"I just... want to take a bath." Xia Chuwei's voice was vaguely sickly and hoarse. "I haven't bathed for several days and I feel very uncomfortable..."

Huo Yunting was quiet for a while and took the tray that was placed on the table.

"Eat first."

Xia Chuwei subconsciously reached out to take it, but Huo Yunting avoided her hand.

"I'll feed you."

"No need." Xia Chuwei refused: "My hand is not injured, I can eat it myself."

Huo Yunting said coldly: "How long has it been since you washed your hands? Don't you think they're dirty?"

Xia Chuwei's fingers shrank.

Ever since she was locked up, her hands...have not been washed.

Yesterday she wanted to take a bath, but he refused to let her go. He even held her to sleep all night, but now he thought she was dirty.

Although Xia Chuwei is not as severely mysophobic as Huo Yunting, she is still a clean person. She is also a little embarrassed when others think she is dirty.

"...I'd better wash my hands first."

With that said, she wanted to get out of bed again.

Huo Yunting's expression turned cold, and he said indifferently: "If you want me to hug you, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush."

"No." Xia Chuwei looked at him blankly, "I can wash my hands by myself without you holding me."

Last night, the doctors gave her an infusion, and she is in pretty good condition now. If she hadn't been frightened by Huo Yunting just now, she wouldn't have fallen down at all.

Huo Yunting's dark eyes became colder, and his tone became a bit harsh.

"What do you wear to wash your hands?"

There are indeed no slippers on the floor.

Xia Chuwei whispered: "I can go barefoot."

Huo Yunting's tone became worse and worse, "How long has it been since you washed your feet? Are you not afraid of staining the carpet?"

"Then...can you bring me a pair of slippers?"

"Are you ordering me?"

"..."

This won't work, and that won't work either. Xia Chuwei was completely speechless.

Huo Yunting glanced at her, took a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her lips.

"Open your mouth."

Looking at the man's actions, Xia Chuwei suddenly realized.

"Huo Yunting, do you want to feed me yourself?"

Huo Yunting's fingers froze for a moment, then returned to normal in a moment.

His tone was indifferent, "You are so sentimental."

The corners of Xia Chuwei's lips curled up unconsciously.

She looked at the porridge passed to her lips and ate it.

The taste of porridge is very familiar, as if it comes from a distant dream.

Xia Chuwei felt momentarily in a trance. Over the years, their relationship had been very bad. He rarely cooked or cooked anything for her.

Xia Chuwei's eyes were a little sour, and an unknown impulse made her blurt out without thinking.

"Huo Yunting, let's start over."

Huo Yunting's eyes flashed with an emotion that was too fast to catch.

Quickly, he said indifferently: "We are not over, why should we start again?"

Xia Chuwei was stunned for a moment, then explained: "What I mean is...we have been tit-for-tat before. From now on, we will put aside those conflicts and stay together..."

The man's thin lips raised a mocking arc, and he looked at her with a half-smile.

"Before you lost your memory, you didn't say this a few times. After you lost your memory... you said it a lot."

"I just..."

Huo Yunting interrupted her expressionlessly, "You just have other purposes, or you need to use me for something else."

Xia Chuwei wanted to defend herself, but found that her motives were indeed impure in the past few times.

Xia Chuwei lowered her head and said no more.

In fact, she only said those words because of her hot head.


Chapter completed!