To You, My Beloved

Tang Shi stretched out his hand, took the porridge from the nurse's hand, and raised his chin towards the mobile dining table: Remove this.

Then he stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, took a spoonful, lowered it to his mouth, and brought it to Gu Qingcheng's mouth.

In Gu Qingcheng's mind, she should be the one taking care of Tang Shi. When she saw Tang Shi personally feeding the porridge to her mouth, she felt flattered and subconsciously said, I'll do it myself...

As soon as Gu Qingcheng blurted out these words, his heart skipped a beat and he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Her refusal might make him unhappy... This was her recent experience in getting along with him. In fact, she was also very puzzled. She always felt that people didn't like to be troubled, but he faced her troubles. , not only am I not impatient, but it seems to be very useful.

Gu Qingcheng raised her head and glanced at Tang Shi uneasily, only to find that the man's face still maintained the calm and calm expression it had when he entered the ward. There was no trace of displeasure or gloominess. On the contrary, When he heard her words, he glanced at her wrist, and there was a hint of tenderness in his tone: The wrist is still swollen.

The person who kidnapped her used a hemp rope to trap her wrists. She was already pampered and had delicate skin and tender flesh. The rough hemp rope rubbed her slender and white wrists to blood under her struggle.

Gu Qingcheng was a little stunned by Tang Shi's rare good temper, but she said nothing and obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge.

Although Tang Shi habitually hid all his emotions, he still fed Gu Qingcheng porridge spoonful by spoonful, with a layer of warmth in his eyes, and the atmosphere in the entire ward. Then it became warmer.

He had just recovered from a serious injury and his appetite was not good. Gu Qingcheng drank less than half of the bowl of porridge, so he shook his head at Tang Shi and said he would not drink it.

Tang Shi did not force himself and put the porridge on the table beside him. Then he glanced at Lu Ran, Lin Jingchen and Su Nianhua who were standing nearby, looking a little uninteresting.

After receiving the look, the three people came back to their senses, made excuses, and left one after another. Tang Shi and Gu Qingcheng were the only two people left in the ward.

Tang Shi flattened Gu Qingcheng's bed and covered her with a quilt.

Gu Qingcheng had never seen such a gentle and meticulous Tang Shi. She shrank in the bed unaccustomedly. After a while, she raised her eyelids and saw Tang Shi still sitting by the bed and not leaving. Gu Qingcheng looked at Taking a look at the porridge on the side, he struggled to sit up.

Tang Shi frowned: What do you want to do?

Gu Qingcheng pointed to the porridge on the table: Brother Nianhua said you haven't eaten anything. Do you want some porridge?

Tang Shi's expression softened: I'm not hungry.

Gu Qingcheng said Oh and lay obediently on the hospital bed without moving. Perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, she was drowsy, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept glancing at the porridge.

After glancing at it too many times, Tang Shi sighed and said, Trouble!

Then, instead of taking a new bowl to fill a bowl of porridge, he directly stretched out his hand, picked up the remaining half of the bowl of porridge that Gu Qingcheng just drank, and drank it all in one breath.

Gu Qingcheng finally closed her eyes.

After a while, Gu Qingcheng opened his eyes again, and Tang Shi asked in a slightly helpless tone: What's wrong?