Han Yiting slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw Luo Xiyu's voice calling him: "Han Yiting, Han Yiting" The voice landed in the world like an angel.

Han Yiting was in a trance for a moment before regaining consciousness, subconsciously looked around, and found himself lying on the sofa.

"I can't take you back to the room, I can only drag you to the sofa" He didn't know how difficult it was to drag him, although Luo Xiyu was not a delicate girl, but it was not easy to drag a person in her 18s, I didn't expect it to be so heavy.

"You fainted, you know? Is it a stomach ache? After Luo Xiyu finished speaking, he turned around and brought the millet porridge over and explained: "Actually, I was going to call the doctor, but I heard your breathing again, and I may have fallen asleep, so I helped you boil a little millet porridge, I heard that millet porridge also nourishes the stomach." "Although she is not very good at cooking, and millet porridge is also a current student, she can still drink it after tasting it just now.

This kind of thinking that you are asleep can only be imagined by a person with a big heart like her, but it is really not easy to know how to take care of people.

Han Yiting took the millet porridge from Luo Xiyu's hand, and instinctively covered his stomach, Luo Xiyu thought that he was still in pain, so he brought the bowl in Han Yiting's hand again, and said intimately: "For the sake of seeing that you are a patient, I will take care of you!" Luo Xiyu stirred the millet, scooped a small spoonful and handed it to Han Yiting.

Han Yiting's expression was slightly shocked, and he looked at the spoon handed over in some surprise, Han Yiting's eyes were fixed on Luo Xiyu's face, Luo Xiyu thought he was too hot, and thought, this president is really troublesome, and then moved the porridge to his mouth and blew it, and handed it over again: "Okay, it's definitely not hot now."

Seeing that Han Yiting didn't open his mouth for a long time, and kept staring at the porridge in the spoon, Luo Xiyu frowned: "Mr. Han, don't be so difficult to serve, rest assured that it is not poisonous." ”

Han Yiting pulled the corners of his mouth, he really hadn't been fed like this when he was so big, even when he was a child, his mother never did this, she just blindly taught herself how to be self-reliant.

Leaning over a little stiffly, he put the porridge in the spoon into his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he heard Luo Xiyu say like taking care of a child: "Well, it's really good!" ”

Han Yiting was caught off guard by the porridge and almost squirted out, Luo Xiyu flashed back in fear, stood up, and poured a glass of water from the table: "Here you go, you drink slowly." Han Yiting took it lightly, took a sip, shifted his gaze to the porridge in Luo Xiyu's hand, and a low hoarse voice came: "I'll do it myself!" Luo Xiyu handed it to him, and Han Yiting put it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, although it was a little light, but it was still good.

Luo Xiyu couldn't help but yawn sleepily, Han Yiting looked at the watch hanging by the TV, and found that it was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night: "Go and rest, you have to go to work tomorrow,"

Luo Xiyu nodded: "Okay, you can rest early." As soon as she walked up a step, she suddenly remembered something that she hadn't yet instructed: "That, don't forget to take stomach medicine, I put it on the table." ”

Han Yiting took a look at the medicine on the table, and responded in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

Luo Xiyu returned to the bedroom with confidence, the corners of Han Yiting's mouth hooked an arc, it felt good to be taken care of, and he went to the pot to scoop a bowl of millet porridge.