"Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said. You can go back to bed and rest now." Aoqian lifted the blanket, patted the bed, and said to Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei was completely bewildered, her heart was still racing, and her mind was in a mess. She let Aoqian help her lie back down, and Aoqian tucked her in.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
Song Xiwei's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could, Aoqian said again, "You should also be good and take good care of yourself, okay?"
Song Xiwei was indeed very weak. Coupled with the scene that Aoqian had just caused, her heart was on edge. Now that she was lying down, her body was finally able to rest, and she felt a wave of tired drowsiness wash over her.
Without intending to go against Aoqian's wishes, he simply closed his eyes.
Ao Qian said softly with satisfaction, "Go to sleep."
Song Xiwei was truly sleepy. Listening to Ao Qianfang's gentle and moving voice, she completely relaxed and fell asleep in no time.
Aoqian stood guard beside Song Xiwei, showing no intention of leaving.
About two hours later, Aoqian calculated that it was time to prepare medicinal food for Song Xiwei.
Only then did he get up and go to the kitchen to start working.
When Meng Shu found the kitchen, he saw Ao Qian busily working away at his post with practiced ease.
Despite having heard rumors and witnessed firsthand that a person with a strange temper and a strong murderous aura could patiently and tirelessly work in a place like the kitchen.
Watching Aoqian methodically stew soup, chop vegetables, and handle steaming, boiling, and cold dishes, he was adept at all of them.
Meng Shu even wondered if this Lord Aoqian might have been a cook in the past.
But apart from his skillful cooking in the kitchen, he was unapproachable in both appearance and temperament, completely detached from the mundane world.
Ao Qian ignored Meng Shu's presence until Meng Shu came forward to help him carry the dishes, only to be coldly glanced at by Ao Qian.
Meng Shu shuddered. "I... I want to see if I can help in any way..."
“No need,” Aoqian said coldly.
Meng Shu: "Oh, me, um, how is Lord Song's health?"
Ao Qian looked at Meng Shu expressionlessly, "What do you think?"
Meng Shu shuddered, swallowed hard, and said in a tense voice, "I didn't mean to rush you. What I meant was, there's no rush. Let's wait until Lord Song recovers before we..."
"Otherwise what?" Ao Qian's eyes could not get any colder, and he had no intention of speaking to Meng Shu again.
Carrying a tray full of food, he passed Meng Shu and left the kitchen.
Meng Shu was panting heavily, his back was covered in sweat, and his clothes were clinging to his body.
When Aoqian returned to Song Xiwei's room with the steaming hot food, Song Xiwei was already awake.
Song Xiwei, who was more awake, looked dazed and confused, probably because her mind hadn't quite caught up yet.
When I smelled the aroma of food, I realized how empty I was and that I really should eat.
"It smells so good!" Song Xiwei licked her lips.
Aoqian put down the food and got up to help her.
After Song Xiwei sat down, she was about to reach for her chopsticks when Aoqian spoke first, "I'll do it."
Song Xiwei thought Aoqian was going to hand her the chopsticks, so she reached out to take them. But Aoqian had no intention of giving her the chopsticks at all. Instead, he looked past the food and gently asked her, "Tell me which one you want to eat, and I'll pick it for you."
Song Xiwei: "???"
"Aren't you hungry?" Aoqian could clearly see her swallowing her saliva with longing, but she was still staring blankly at the chopsticks in her hand.
"Are you going to feed me?" Song Xiwei asked Aoqian, her head still spinning.
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