Just as Qiao Yi was about to retort, she stopped when she heard the bodyguard's voice at the door: "Boss, the porridge is ready."
Qiao Yi immediately closed her mouth, turned her face away, and pretended to sleep.
She heard the sound of the door opening and someone walking in; the air was filled with the aroma of freshly-made porridge.
Qiao Yi pressed her lips tightly, her whole body tensing up.
Cassie placed the tray on the dining table, walked to the bedside to observe Qiao Yi's complexion, and took another temperature reading—37.8, the fever still not subsiding.
"Qiao Yi, the porridge is ready. Would you like to get up and have some?" Cassie's voice was very gentle: "A lady from China made it; it has green beans and two small side dishes. Would you like to try?"
Qiao Yi opened her eyes and stared at him, seeing his smile was harmless, slowly sat up, and said aggrievedly, "My legs are tied."
