Qiao Zhen carried a bowl of warm vegetable porridge into the bedroom, only to find that He Zhao was already asleep. She secretly added some sugar bean crumbs to the porridge.
He Zhao leaned against the cushion, his head tilted to the side.
He ate a little while receiving the IV drip, but not much, probably because his stomach was empty and he would still have stomach pain when he woke up.
Qiao Zhen nudged his shoulder with her hand. Even though He Zhao was sickly, he was still quite adorable, making the old aunt Qiao Zhen unable to resist wanting to pamper him.
Being a sucker for good looks is too much to bear.
"Honey, eat something before you go to sleep."
He Zhao opened his eyes groggily. He hadn't slept deeply, so he was easily woken up. He looked up at Qiao Zhen blankly, "Hmm?"
Qiao Zhen placed a bowl of vegetable porridge in front of him. "Eat something before you sleep, okay?"
"Mmm." He Zhao leaned back stubbornly, his voice hoarse, "I want to drink water."
Qiao Zhen placed the vegetable porridge aside. "Wait for me," she said, getting up and leaving.
When He Zhao saw Qiao Zhen close the door, he reached out for the vegetable porridge, but couldn't reach it. So he threw off the covers and forced himself to get out of bed, wolfing down the vegetable porridge in the bowl.
My head may be severed, my blood may flow, but my image shall not be abandoned.
The bedroom door was only closed casually, not properly, so when Qiao Zhen walked to the door, she saw He Zhao standing next to the bedside table with difficulty, holding a bowl and slurping down his drink.
"Eat slower!" Qiao Zhen scolded. "Do you really not want a stomach anymore?! I think you might as well become a god, not eating, drinking, defecating, or urinating. That would be the most dignified way to live."
He Zhao puffed out his cheeks, still hadn't swallowed what was in his mouth, and his eyes reddened with grievance.
You still dare to cry!
Qiao Zhen slammed the water glass down on the bedside table and snapped, "Get back to bed!"
He Zhao swallowed the porridge in his mouth, sniffed, and slowly climbed back into bed, looking at Qiao Zhen like a well-behaved child. "I'm hungry..."
"You eat like that when you're hungry? One needle prick on your hand isn't enough, is it? I'd like to prick you ten or twenty times before you learn your lesson!" Qiao Zhen glared angrily.
He Zhao reached out and hooked Qiao Zhen's pinky finger, "You, you don't get angry, I won't do it again."
Qiao Zhen handed over the water glass in a curt tone, "Drink water, drink slowly!"
He Zhao took it and sipped it slowly, occasionally glancing up to steal a look at Qiao Zhen's expression.
After he finished drinking the water, he handed the glass to Qiao Zhen. "I'm hungry," he repeated, his voice louder than before, "I'm hungry!!!"
Qiao Zhen placed the vegetable porridge into his hands, but her words were ruthless: "You might as well starve to death."
He Zhao gave a soft "humph," and said, "If I starve to death, you'll be a widow, Widow Qiao."
Qiao Zhen was so angry that she was almost dazed. She smiled dangerously, "Who curses themselves like that? Don't worry, as soon as you die, I'll inherit your estate and go live happily ever after with Yi Ze. I'll also keep a few gigolos and live a life of pleasure day and night. I won't even care how tall the grass grows on your grave!"
Enraged, He Zhao slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground and shouted angrily, "How dare you!"
Her candy beans!
Qiao Zhen's eyes widened even more, and her lips tightened. She raised her voice, even more fiercely than He Zhao, "You see if I dare or not?!"
He Zhao burrowed into the covers and kept sobbing.
Qiao Zhen ignored him, squatted down to clean up the mess on the floor, and then left. When she returned to the bedroom with a bowl of piping hot vegetable porridge mixed with sugar candy crumbs, He Zhao was still crying in bed.
Sigh, when someone gets sick, they turn into a little princess. If you don't spoil them, they throw a tantrum; if you do, they act up.
The blanket was shaking quite violently, and Qiao Zhen felt something was wrong. She put the vegetable porridge aside and lifted He Zhao's blanket, only to find that he was convulsing from stomach pain.
Qiao Zhen hugged him and rubbed his abdomen. She had learned some abdominal massage techniques from an old Chinese medicine doctor before, which could relieve stomach pain.
The old Chinese medicine doctor Shennong: I am very pleased.
He Zhao wrapped his arms tightly around Qiao Zhen's waist, as if retaliating by squeezing her waist.
Qiao Zhen could only endure it; after all, she was a sucker for good looks, and He Zhao just happened to be incredibly handsome. She continued to gently massage He Zhao's abdomen, and He Zhao's arms, which were wrapped around Qiao Zhen's slender waist, gradually relaxed, showing that the massage was effective. "Okay, good girl, let go."
He Zhao then obediently let go, buried his face in Qiao Zhen's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm hungry."
Qiao Zhen let go of him and handed him the bowl. "It's still vegetable porridge. Can you drink it a little slower? You ate too fast just now, which is bad for your stomach. It's also my fault. I shouldn't have made you angry just now."
He Zhao eagerly accepted the vegetable porridge, sipping it slowly. After finishing, he looked shyly at Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen rubbed his head and praised him generously, "Great job."
He Zhao pulled the blanket to cover his grinning mouth, but his eyes were beautifully curved. His smiling pupils were like a star-studded night sky, very beautiful.
Qiao Zhen took the bowl out.
When she returned to her bedroom, He Zhao was still staring longingly at the door, as if anticipating her return.
Qiao Zhen pulled back the covers and crawled inside. She hugged He Zhao's waist and said, "Take a nap. The pain won't be so bad when you wake up." She kissed the corner of He Zhao's mouth.
He Zhao closed his eyes and snuggled into her arms.
As darkness fell, He Zhao struggled to open his eyes. His eyelids were incredibly heavy. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Zhen's soft, yielding chest. His nose stung, and he almost felt embarrassed.
He pulled away from Qiao Zhen's arms.
Qiao Zhen was also awakened by his movement. She yawned and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it still hurt?"
He Zhao replied simply, "No."
"That's good." Qiao Zhen got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then went to the kitchen to get some more vegetable porridge.
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