Shen Qingqiu's eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open them, and her consciousness gradually fell into endless darkness.

When she woke up again, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She sat up sharply and surveyed her surroundings.

This is not her room!

Why is she here?

At this time, a strange woman walked in from the outside, and when she saw Shen Qingqiu who had woken up, a kind smile appeared on her face, "Miss Shen, you are awake." ”

"Are you ......?" Shen Qingqiu looked at the woman in front of him and looked at her with a vague gaze.

Hearing her words, the smile on the woman's face became a little thicker, "I'm a maid here, if you don't mind, you can call me Sister-in-law Zhou." ”

Saying that, Sister-in-law Zhou suddenly remembered something, "Miss Shen, wait a minute, I'll go and inform Mr." ”

Without waiting for Shen Qingqiu to react, she turned around and left the room.

A short time later, there was a sound of footsteps at the bedroom door.

Shen Qingqiu could tell that this was not the footsteps of the sister-in-law Zhou just now.

Her eyes were firmly fixed on the door, and she saw Fu Tingshen, dressed in a black shirt, appear at the door of the bedroom.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned, staring at the tall and straight figure in front of him for a long time, and gradually came back to his senses.

It turned out that before she fell unconscious, she vaguely heard Fu Tingshen's voice, which was not her hallucination.

"Are you feeling better?" Fu Tingshen walked to Shen Qingqiu's side, and as the side of the bed collapsed, he got up and walked over, landing his palm on the woman's forehead.

The moment he approached with a cold breath, Shen Qingqiu subconsciously held his breath and concentrated, and his fingertips curled up slightly and grabbed the sheet under him, "It's much better......

Probably because of last night's fever, her voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Tingshen handed her the water cup placed at the head of the bed, "Drink some water." ”

"Sir, the porridge is ready."

Shen Qingqiu looked up, only to notice that she was holding a dinner plate in her hand, and a white porcelain bowl was placed on it, faintly exuding a little heat.

Fu Tingshen raised his hand to untie the cuffs of his shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and his calm and magnetic voice sounded, "Give it to me." ”

After Sister-in-law Zhou sensed Fu Tingshen's intentions, she couldn't help but show a faint and ambiguous smile when she looked at Shen Qingqiu, "Miss Shen, if you need anything, just ask me." ”

With that, she turned and closed the door and left.

The room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was faintly awkward.

"Last night, you had acute gastroenteritis and caused a fever, and the doctor advised you to eat a light diet these days." Fu Ting's deep and distinct fingers held the spoon, slowly stirred the sea cucumber millet porridge in the bowl, put it to his lips and blew it, and handed it to Shen Qingqiu's lips, "Taste it." ”

"I'll do it myself." Shen Qingqiu lowered his eyes in a little panic and dodged back.

Fu Tingshen made up his mind to feed Shen Qingqiu, and stubbornly put the spoon to her lips.

The two froze with each other for a moment, and Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth in compromise.

But there was really no taste in my mouth, so after a few bites, I shook my head, "I'm full." ”

"Even if you don't have an appetite, you have to eat more." Fu Tingshen looked at her, his eyes were filled with shallow gentleness, and he spoke again as if coaxed, "Good, eat a little more, and I'll take you to the garden for a walk after eating." ”

Shen Qingqiu looked at Fu Tingshen with some grievances, and the corners of his eyes moistened slightly, "But I really can't eat it." ”

After saying this, Shen Qingqiu realized that what he said just now was somewhat coquettish.

When she was sick before, she was always alone, used to being strong alone, and used to dealing with everything, but the appearance of Fu Nanfeng and his meticulous care seemed to hook out the softness and grievances buried in her heart.

Some words don't need to be brewed and come out of their mouths naturally.

Maybe coquettishness is a hidden attribute of every woman, but the trigger condition is the absolute favor of the other party.