Lin Xihe never expected that she would transmigrate into a book! When she came to her senses, by a strange twist of fate, she had already saved the male lead, who in the original book's later s...
"Cough, cough!!"
Ji Zhuo was unwilling to give up. He coughed repeatedly, his voice becoming more and more rapid, his face flushed red, partly from anger and partly from the pain from his wound being aggravated.
"Do you want to get beaten up? Either go outside and cough, or sit on the floor and eat." Lin Xihe slammed her chopsticks down with a loud "bang," instantly escalating the tense atmosphere in the room. She stood up abruptly, staring directly at Ji Zhuo, looking ready to fight at the slightest provocation.
"you!"
Ji Zhuo was speechless for a moment due to the sudden outburst of his aura. He pointed at Lin Xihe, his fingertips trembling slightly. It was a sign of his anger, an extreme frustration that he had nowhere to vent it. He was a grown man, yet he was being completely controlled by a little girl. It was truly frustrating.
"Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I'll throw it back in the pot." Lin Xihe stared straight at Ji Zhuo, wanting to see what other tricks this guy could come up with.
Ji Zhuo stood frozen in place, his anger still burning, yet he was at a loss for what to do. After a long while, he snorted coldly, turned around, dragged his injured body, and staggered back to the "bedside" to lie down, pulling the tattered sheet over his head.
If you don't want to eat, then don't eat.
He was truly angry this time, and it was the kind of anger that couldn't be appeased. He was determined to leave Lin Xihe hanging and let her taste the consequences of offending him.
But no matter how long he waited, the room remained silent. No one came to comfort him; only the howling wind outside the window seemed to mock his current predicament.
Lin Xihe felt a headache coming on when she saw his childish behavior. She thought to herself, "How can this living father have such a bad temper when he's living under someone else's roof?"
Shaking his head helplessly, he finished his meal, covered the remaining food and the untouched bowl of food with an empty plate, then cleaned up the dishes, completely ignoring the sullen "old man" on the bed.