"Hungry? I've made you chicken soup. It should be cool enough now." Fu Xiaoxiao smiled, walking to the bedside and poured out the hours-long simmered chicken soup with a layer of golden oil on top, proving it had cooked long enough to be tender.
Lu Feng swallowed, having already caught the faint aroma, ready to take the bowl from Fu Xiaoxiao, but she moved the bowl away.
Hmm? Wasn't the soup for him?
So close yet unable to drink, Lu Feng looked at Fu Xiaoxiao. "What's wrong?"
"Don't move, I'll feed you." Fu Xiaoxiao pointed to his arm, having just bandaged the wound, knowing how serious it was and not wanting him to move and reopen it.
"It's nothing, just a surface wound." Lu Feng shook his head, not considering his injury a big deal.
To him, it was just a simple scratch.
He planned to get out of bed once he woke up, but the doctor refused to let him.
Fu Xiaoxiao refused with a frown, "No way, you need to properly recuperate when you're injured."
