Song Ling opened the incubator.
It was the rice porridge he cooked at home.
He remembered that the maid had said last time that rice porridge is suitable for people who are weak, so he went home early in the morning to cook rice porridge.
He bent down to help her pour the rice porridge, and when he saw the kiss marks on her neck, his movements became rough again.
Push the porcelain bowl in front of her.
"Eat." Liu Zhiyuan said coquettishly, "Hubby, feed me."
Song Ling's deep gaze touched her neck, and his eyes became heavy.
He said with difficulty, "Eat it yourself!"
Liu Zhiyuan naturally remembered that there was a kiss mark on her neck, and she realized that men might mind the kiss mark on her neck.
Indeed, she cares too.
Although she didn't suffer more serious injuries, the hickeys made her very uncomfortable.
She blinked twice cleverly, then pulled him, tugged at his sleeves with her little hands, forced him to bend down, then took off the scarf from his neck and put it around her own neck.
The light grey scarf around his neck and the blue and white striped hospital gown on her were really a bit inconsistent.
It's even funny.
A nurse came in to check on her and was shocked by her appearance.
Her behavior finally softened her uncle's gloomy expression a little.
"Honey, feed me." Liu Zhiyuan continued to act like no one was watching. "My hand hurts. I just got an injection."
Song Ling was still awkward and stiff. "The needle and the hand receiving the IV are over there. It won't affect anything."
Liu Zhiyuan blinked awkwardly, "Really? I forgot, hehe. Then I'll eat it myself."
Although the uncle gave her rice porridge, which she usually didn't like to eat, she had an appetite to eat it because she was in a good mood.
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