Yu An opened his mouth, ate the porridge he sent, swallowed it, and then took advantage of the fact that he took off a spoonful of porridge and blew it, raising his face to stare at the man in front of him with a dull face, but a javelin on his face was very serious.

How could the feeling on this man's body be so warm.

She had thought that she would never fall in love with such a boring and wooden-looking man for the rest of her life.

But I never thought that the first person to confuse her was such a man who didn't seem to understand romance at all, didn't have the slightest humor, and couldn't be straighter.

Just when Yu An was out of her mind, Zhou Bei handed the blown porridge to her again.

She ate it again, and gradually, the defense in her heart relaxed, and the hand covering her right cheek loosened a little.

Blood was running down her fingers as she covered her cheeks.

Seeing this, Zhou Bei couldn't help but stare at her right cheek.

Yu An subconsciously turned his face and didn't let him look over there.

Zhou Bei didn't say anything, but continued to feed her the porridge in his hand.

After eating several mouthfuls of porridge in a row, Yu An's originally cold and uncomfortable body warmed up a little.

She looked at the porridge handed by Zhou Bei and shook her head gently.

"I can't eat it."

She's already fed.

Hearing this, Zhou Bei glanced down at the remaining porridge, but frowned.

There's a lot left.

Her appetite was even smaller than that of her wife, who looked skinny, but she ate a lot every time her boss stared at her to eat.

It can be seen that she refused to eat any more, and Zhou Bei didn't say anything more, but put the spoon away, closed the lid of the thermos box, and turned around to leave.

Seeing that he was leaving, Yu An said another word to him.

"Thank you, Mrs. Shen, for me."

"I will." Zhou Bei nodded, and then left the ward with his things.

It wasn't until the door closed and the room continued to be quiet that Yu An's face showed a look of loss......

As soon as he left...... She suddenly felt that this place was so cold.

Thinking about it, she subconsciously shrank back, and then put down the hand covering her cheek, and then looked at the blood on her hand in a daze.

……

I don't know how long it has been, but suddenly there is a knock on the door again.

This time, before she could speak, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Bei, who had just left not long ago, turned back again, still carrying the thermos box he had just taken away in his hand, but there was one more thing in his other hand.

A small medicine box.

Seeing this, Yu An was startled, and subconsciously reached out to continue to cover his injuries.

Zhou Bei glanced at her, then turned around and put the thermos box aside, and came to her with the medicine box.

"Miss Yu, your injuries need to be treated." He looked down at the blood on her hand and kindly reminded him.

If the wound is left untreated, the injury may become more serious.

Hearing him mention his injury, Yu An's eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't want to face this matter......

“……”

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhou Bei was also helpless, so he had no choice but to put the small medicine box on the table on the bed, then turned around and lifted the thermos box again, ready to leave.

Seeing that he was leaving, Yu An's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said to her.

"I'm not going to bandage my wounds."

Her voice sounded, and Zhou Bei then stopped, turned his head to look at her, and then continued to speak seriously.

"Then I'll go find a doctor."