As she spoke, she naturally and with the familiarity of an elder, her skinny hand reached towards Ye Qingliu's cheek, with a clear target - the pair of glasses.
Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly.
However, that hand, which was warm and rough, had already touched the edge of his slightly cool earlobe very familiarly and steadily, and pinched the leg of his glasses with thin silver wire rims.
The rough calluses on the fingertips rubbed against the sensitive skin above the earlobe, bringing an extremely subtle tingling sensation.
This time, Ye Qingliu's instantly tense body lines relaxed extremely quickly.
He even tilted his head slightly, with a very small movement, to make it easier for the skinny hand to complete the "removal" action more smoothly.
Sun Guixiang took off her glasses very naturally, folded them, and placed them on the bedside table.
Without the obstruction of the lenses, Ye Qingliu's rare gray-blue eyes were once again fully exposed in the warm sunlight.
Like a glacial lake covered in mist, it lacks some sharp scrutiny, but has some purity like just waking up and a hint of imperceptible...softness.
His long eyelashes were like crow feathers, casting thick shadows under his pale eyelids, which subtly changed his entire temperament in an instant.
Sun Guixiang looked at his face after he took off his glasses. In his cloudy eyes was undisguised kindness and a sense of satisfaction that "this is right".
She picked up the small silver fork, and with the clumsy movements typical of an elderly person, she carefully reached for the edge of the cake—where there was the least amount of cream and the largest blueberries.
Finally, a small piece of perfect "sample" was picked up by the fork.
Sun Guixiang's arm trembled slightly as she crossed the short distance between them and aimed clearly at Ye Qingliu's beautifully shaped, yet now somewhat "unprotected" thin lips.
"Come... open your mouth..." Her voice was dry and hoarse, but it carried a natural intimacy and coaxing, like coaxing a little baby. "Taste it... it smells so good..."
Ye Qingliu raised his gray-blue eyes slightly, and his gaze moved from the cake to Sun Guixiang's wrinkled face, which was filled with pure care and expectation.
Just as the tip of the fork was about to touch his lips——
Very slightly and submissively, he opened his mouth...
The beautifully shaped thin lips opened a small gap.
Sun Guixiang's smile deepened, and she steadily put the cake that carried all her love into his mouth.
The soft, cool, fluffy cake base; the delicate, slightly sweet cream with a rich frankincense aroma; and... the blueberry pulp that is gently crushed between the teeth and instantly bursts out with sweet juice, with a unique, elegant acidity and forest aroma!
Several completely different yet perfectly blended textures and flavors slowly unfold in your mouth like an elegant waltz!
Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes, without the barrier of lenses, trembled extremely slightly and quickly the moment his taste buds received the sweet and slightly sour signal of blueberries.
He chewed slowly, savoring the unique sweet and sour blend of blueberries and the rich cream. The ripples in the depths of his gray-blue eyes gradually subsided, settling into a deep, focused satisfaction.
His cheeks bulged slightly as he chewed, appearing exceptionally soft in the sunlight, revealing a childish air of concentration.
Sun Guixiang nervously watched his unusual reaction, her cloudy eyes filled with concern: "How...how is it? Is it sour? Is it sweet? Is it to your taste?"
Ye Qingliu swallowed the food in his mouth, his eyes fell calmly on Sun Guixiang's face, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice was slightly hoarse from illness, but clear and steady: "Why do you call me little friend?"
Sun Guixiang was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to ask this suddenly.
"Little friend, from the moment I met you on the steps... you handed me your business card... You looked so cold, but how could you be so kind! So good! Then... then you bought me a hot drink on such a cold night... And then, when you were lying in bed, you were so precious, yet you were willing to eat the mung bean cakes made by a country woman like me..."
Her voice choked, and she took a deep breath, as if to draw out all her strength:
"Later... you were lying in the ICU... with tubes all over your body... and you couldn't even respond when I called out..."
She paused, her gaze falling on his slightly bulging cheeks, then moving to his eyes which looked exceptionally pure because of his concentration on tasting.
"Just looking at you makes me feel so sorry for you. I just want to take better care of you. And you look like a little child, especially... especially your eyes... so peaceful... so clean... like... like a sunny day after the rain... just looking at you makes me feel... soothed and relieved!"
Ye Qingliu listened quietly, his gray-blue eyes without any ripples, just looking at her intently. After a moment, he nodded again very lightly, almost imperceptibly.
The amplitude was small, but it clearly conveyed his understanding and a certain acquiescence.
Sun Guixiang's smile deepened, and all the wrinkles on her face smoothed out, as if she had received the most precious recognition: "Hey! Sweet is good! Sweet is good! I was saying that the blueberries look so juicy!"
She was so happy that she immediately picked up the next piece clumsily and carefully.
This time, she deliberately chose a piece with two blueberries, and the cream on it was also thicker.
"Here...try this one...this one has more blueberries..." She put the fork to his lips again.
Ye Qingliu cooperated very well and opened his mouth slightly again.
A bigger piece of cake was put into his mouth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
