Watching him pour the soymilk into the bowl, Si Ruoran happily took it and dipped the fritters into the soymilk. Even though this was a hospital, the smell of disinfectant was everywhere.
But eating something she liked always made her content.
The bowls and chopsticks were disposable and sanitized.
Si Ruoran hastily took a sip of the soymilk, burning her mouth red. She kept opening her mouth and fanning it with her hand, but there wasn't a trash can nearby, and she didn't dare to spit the soymilk out.
"Dummy!"
Xin Yibin felt like he was going to die from her silliness. He quickly handed her a bowl to spit into, and tenderly patted her back.
Si Ruoran finally came to her senses and glanced at him, who was so close. His silent demeanor somehow gave her the illusion of an eternal connection.
It's truly amazing how her menstrual pain subsided; just one morning, and she was back to her usual lively self.
Xin Yibin called for a taxi, not daring to let her ride her bike again.
