Seeing the boy pulling his lips and trying to maintain a natural expression, An Xiaoli paused, and then whispered, "They said you were sick and didn't eat, so I brought some food." ”

Jiulan Crack glanced at the things on the table opposite, and her heart was hot, like dead wood meeting rain.

"Really, is it really for me?" He stammered.

“…… Well. An Xiaoli nodded.

Jiu Lan was silent and said, "Can you feed me, I have an infusion in my hand, which is inconvenient." ”

An Xiaoli raised her eyes to look at him.

"I'm really hungry." His voice was low, a little pitiful.

Coupled with his pale skin, he really feels a little weak and pitiful.

An Xiaoli sighed lightly, walked over and picked up the bag, and then came back.

Jiu Lan's cracked eyes lit up, but she desperately suppressed the light in her heart to prevent her from noticing, otherwise, she might have to leave again.

An Xiaoli sat down, took out the porridge and side dishes, and opened the lid.

The porridge was still hot, with a faint fragrance.

An Xiaoli scooped it with a spoon, then blew it again, and then brought it to Jiulan's cracked lips.

"Eat."

Jiulan was stunned, lowered her eyes, looked at the full porridge in front of her, slowly opened it, and drank it.

It's fragrant.

Almost immediately, his frantically screaming stomach was ironed.

In the past, for him with a high quality of life, he would never look at this kind of porridge, but today he was bought by Xiaoli to feed him, but it was surprisingly delicious.

He didn't even have any disgust.

I still want to drink.

An Xiaoli quietly fed him one bite at a time, and Jiulan Crack also drank obediently.

Then he fed a few side dishes, although it was a little sour, Jiu Lan Crack frowned slightly, but he still ate it hard.

An Xiaoli scooped another spoonful and lowered her head to blow the porridge.

Jiulan Crack looked at her for a moment, the girl lowered her eyes, her curly eyelashes drooped, and her white little face looked focused.

Jiu Lan's heart suddenly became sour, and a little grievance floated in his heart.

What was so special about her that he sank little by little, without him realizing it.

In fact, he couldn't remember exactly when he started caring about her, in short, when he came back to his senses, it had already reached this point.

I couldn't take my eyes off her anymore.

But she never felt it.

An Xiaoli raised her eyes, and suddenly saw Jiu Lan's small eyes with accusations and grievances.

It's like a little daughter-in-law who hasn't come out of the cabinet.

She was stunned: "...... What's wrong? ”

Jiu Lan lowered his eyes, his lips moved, and he said sullenly: "...... It's nothing. ”

He swallowed the porridge in one gulp.

"I want to eat vegetables."

He mumbled his mouth.

An Xiaoli retracted her gaze and lowered her head to clip a piece of pickled radish for him.

I hated the radish and ate the cracked noodles without changing color.

The girl clipped him another piece.

The man who had swallowed two radishes in a row pursed his lips and muttered something in a low voice.

An Xiaoli only heard the second half of the sentence clearly, it was "you know how to bully me" or something, frowned, and said, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"How can I talk nonsense." Jiu Lan Crack's expression slowly became serious, looked down at her, and said, "I'm serious. ”

“…… Pear, I like you. ”

The confession came unexpectedly.

An Xiaoli breathed tightly, and the hand holding the spoon shook uncontrollably.

She was silent, turned her face away, and did not speak.