That tone sure was presumptuous enough!
Xia Yuxun felt several lines of frustration cross her forehead, took a deep breath, and turned to walk away.
Damn woman, she actually dared to ignore her!
Leng Sichen felt a tightness in his chest, but then he saw her just go to drag a chair over, and then she came back. Internally he breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension at the corners of his mouth softened somewhat.
Xia Yuxun sat down by his hospital bed, placed the thermos on her lap, skimmed a layer of oil off the surface with a spoon, then carefully scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and brought it to his lips.
Leng Sichen simply looked at her, showing no desire to drink.
Shouldn't she blow on it before giving it to him? She used to always do that.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yuxun asked, trying to keep her patience. What kind of trouble was he trying to stir up this time?
"It's hot," Leng Sichen turned away, a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
