The System said: Villains are all very dangerous, so no one wants to bind with it. Thus, the major task-taker, Wan Ge, bound with it because it looked good.
Then she saw a handsome and timid ...
After sighing, Wan Ge quickly got up and tidied herself up. When she looked in the mirror, she suddenly noticed that the corner of her mouth seemed a little swollen. Could it be that she was bitten by a mosquito?
After applying the ointment, Wange didn't think much of it. After washing up, she went straight to the kitchen.
She wasn't going to have breakfast; instead, she made porridge for Feng Ji herself.
She added some medicinal herbs to the porridge, all of them being food-based tonics. This would prevent the porridge from becoming unpleasant to drink and would also help his body recover faster.
After Wan Ge finished cooking the porridge, she returned to Feng Ji's room.
Only then did the servant wake him up. After a quick wash, Feng Ji leaned against the headboard.
When Wan Ge brought the porridge into his room, she saw a sickly beauty with disheveled hair, barely managing to sit up, and a pale face.
The other person looked somewhat broken, which really made you want to pull him into your arms; he looked so easy to bully.
Is it only when he's sick that he shows his vulnerable side to me? After all, although he usually looks a bit frail, he's extremely indifferent to me. I've never seen him like this before.
"Husband, you must be hungry too, right? I've made some porridge for you, please try it."
Feng Ji nodded, then reached out his hand, but when he touched the bowl, he seemed to be burned and immediately withdrew his hand.
Wan Ge quickly placed the tray on the table, her face full of worry: "Husband, are you alright? Are you not burned?"
Wan Ge quickly grabbed his hand and blew on it. His skin was already very fair, and even his hands were fair. Seeing his fair fingers slightly red, Wan Ge felt a little guilty.
Seeing her like this, Feng Ji said again, "It's alright, I'm not in pain. The porridge is a little hot, I'll eat it later."
Wan Ge took out some ointment and applied it to his hands, then picked up the tray again: "Shall I feed you, my husband?"
Feng Ji nodded calmly, but inside he was overjoyed: "My lady said she'd feed me porridge! How could she be so kind? What should I do? I feel like I love her even more now!!!"