Tong Zhensheng didn't answer, but put down the pho bowl in his hand, scooped two spoonfuls of soup with a spoon and sent it to his mouth, and then turned his head.

An Rou didn't expect Tong Zhensheng to say that changing the tableware would be for him to drink the soup by himself, and she still felt funny in her heart, wondering if he thought that if he drank it, it would be equivalent to her drinking.

It wasn't until Tong Zhensheng's face magnified on her face, and it wasn't until Tong Zhensheng's lips stuck to her lips that she came back to her senses and wanted to dodge too late.

A mouthful of warm soup reached her mouth with his characteristic tobacco flavor, and for a moment, she forgot to swallow, and just looked at him dumbfounded.

Seeing that she didn't swallow, his lips, which he had planned to evacuate, continued to stick, and then made a long-term drive, so frightened that she swallowed quickly, because she was too anxious, and coughed again.

"Slow down," Tong Zhensheng gently patted her back with his hand, looked at her flushed face, and asked playfully, "Do you prefer this tableware for drinking soup?" ”

An Rou glared at him fiercely, then looked at the bowl of soup rice noodles and said, "I'll drink it with a spoon, I think it's ........"

"But the spoon I have just used to drink the soup, you see," Tong Zhensheng looked at her with a raised brow: "You mean, the two of us have reached the point where we can share utensils?" ”

"......" An Rou was completely speechless, a man like Tong Zhensheng really can't handle it as a university teacher like her.

Next, An Rou's bowl of pho was a little miserable, the pho was picked up by Tong Zhensheng with chopsticks and fed to her mouth, but the soup was fed to her mouth by Tong Zhensheng with his mouth.

Tong Zhensheng had a good reason to feed her by mouth, that is, he was unwilling to share the tableware with her, and An Rou only ate pho and didn't drink soup, so in the end she could only reluctantly accept his new tableware.

"I don't drink soup anymore," When Tong Zhensheng picked up the last few sticks of rice noodles and put them in An Rou's mouth, An Rou looked at the soup in the bowl, and then looked at the remaining half bottle of potion, and closed her mouth.

Tong Zhensheng couldn't help but smile when he saw her tightly closed mouth, and he didn't force his new cutlery anymore, but picked up the soup bowl and sent it to her mouth.

An Rou was a little surprised, and then raised her left hand to quickly pick up the soup bowl, but as soon as her hand touched the edge of the soup bowl, Tong Zhensheng's hand let go, and then-

The "bang" soup bowl slipped directly from An Rou's hand and slid down her jaw, and the little soup water spilled onto the shirt on her chest, wetting a large area.

The white mercerized cotton shirt was soaked with soup and became a little transparent, and the beige cutie inside loomed in Tong Zhensheng's sight.

An Rou's face immediately turned red with shame, and she picked up the soup bowl that had been spilled with her hands, and then pulled the quilt to cover all her chest.

Tong Zhensheng watched her move like this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he said lightly: "The tighter you cover the soaked place, the more difficult it will be to dry that place, do you want to be discharged from the hospital wearing like this tomorrow morning?" ”

"Early tomorrow morning?" An Rou immediately looked at him with wide eyes: "I'm going to hang up this bit soon, I need ........."

"It's stormy outside," Tong Zhensheng cut her off very impatiently, "You mean you're going to go home in the rain?" Or are you going to risk dying to go home? ”

"......" An Rou was completely speechless, and then remembered the storm and heavy rain outside.

It seems that even if her salt water is hung up bit by bit, she will still not be able to leave for a while.

Could it be that you really want to spend the night in this solo observation room tonight? Moreover, are you still in the same room with Tong Zhensheng, a lonely man and a widow?

Thinking of this, An Rou quickly looked at this observation room, there was a small single bed, and then there was a stool next to the bed, and there was nothing else.

If Tong Zhensheng stays in this ward all night, how can he rest?

When An Rou was still thinking about these problems, Tong Zhensheng had already opened the door of the observation room and went out, so she quickly pushed her life away from her chest, took the paper towel on the bedside table with her backhand, and wiped the wet place on her chest.

The soup had soaked through her shirt, and the cutie inside was also wet and sticky, sticking to her skin, making her feel very uncomfortable.

As a last resort, she could only unbutton two buttons and wipe them with a tissue, but as soon as she unbuttoned them, the door of the observation room was pushed open at this time, she was so frightened that she quickly pulled the quilt to cover her chest, and when she looked up, she found that Tong Zhensheng came in from the door, and he was holding something in his hand.

An Rou's hand tugged at the quilt tightly, for fear of slipping down and exposing the spring light, and Tong Zhensheng frowned slightly when he saw her so nervous, and handed her the hospital gown in his hand.

"This is the hospital gown of the patient in the hospital, you lift the quilt, I will help you change it." Tong Zhensheng looked at her with low eyes, and opened his mouth calmly, but Bai Anrou was really startled.

He helped her put it on, so what could it do? Her body........ It has never been shown in front of men.

"No," she said, shaking her head like a rattle.

"Not really?" Tong Zhensheng raised his eyebrows: "You mean, do you want to continue to wear the slimy shirt on your body?" ”

"No," An Rou quickly explained, "I mean, I'll go to the bathroom to change when I'm done with the next drop." ”

Tong Zhensheng glanced at her meaningfully, didn't say anything, and directly put the hospital gown on her bed, then turned around and sat down on the stool, took his bowl of pho and ate it.

Ten minutes later, An Rou's drip was finally hung up, and when the nurse helped her remove the needle, she let out a long breath, and finally stopped being tortured by Tong Zhensheng in disguise.

"Drink plenty of water and pay attention to rest," the nurse explained formulaically, turning her head to look at the man sitting in front of the bedside table looking at her mobile phone, Tong Zhensheng didn't even raise her head, she didn't have a chance to throw her eyebrows.

As soon as the nurse went out, An Rou couldn't wait to get out of bed, because her movements were a little urgent, but she stumbled when she stepped on the ground and almost fell.

Tong Zhensheng raised his head, looked at her reckless and frowned slightly, and was about to make a sound, she had already run quickly towards the bathroom, and closed the door with a 'bang' after entering.

An Rou rushed into the bathroom, and only let out a long breath the moment she dropped the lock, looking at the large piece of her chest in the mirror, her brows furrowed slightly, this really can't be worn.

So, she took off the shirt on her body, but the cutie inside was obviously soaked in a lot of soup, and it was sticky to her skin at this time.

Anyway, I have a hospital gown to wear, anyway, I have to leave tomorrow morning, so I might as well take it off and wash it, and hang it in the air outlet under the air conditioner, and it should be dry tomorrow morning.