Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were a little red, and he inexplicably remembered the scene when he opened his eyes when he was kidnapped.

There was a corpse beside her, covered in mud and blood.

After vomiting for a while, I couldn't vomit anything.

Li Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, Si Mocheng took her into his arms and said warmly, "Uncomfortable?"

"Yep……"

Li Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and whispered softly: "I will think of today inexplicably..."

"Yep."

Si Mocheng patted her on the back lightly, knowing that she was afraid that it was the first time she saw that kind of scene, and it would inevitably be uncomfortable.

After coming out of the bathroom, Li Xiaoxiao refused to eat anymore.

Sitting on the side of the bed, what Si Mocheng said, he refused to eat anymore.

Si Mocheng couldn't, and he took the bowl and said warmly, "Eat less."

Li Xiaoxiao pursed his mouth and shook his head.

"Obey." He coaxed softly.

It has been a day since the accident, and she hasn't eaten anything at all.

Li Xiaoxiao glanced at the food in the bowl, he deliberately avoided meat, mostly vegetables.

But even so, she still felt uncomfortable in her stomach, and there was no desire at all.

Si Mocheng moved a chair and sat in front of her, and said again, "Eat less."

After all, he took a spoonful of food to her mouth with a rice spoon.

Li Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, frowned, but finally turned around and slumped back on the bed, pulled directly over the quilt and covered his head, buzzing: "I don't want to eat...I'm not hungry yet."

"Xiaoxiao." His voice fell a bit, his eyes fell on the white ball on the bed, his eyes deep.

Li Xiaoxiao shrank, and could detect the toughness in his tone.

"I'll count three seconds." Simocheng said coldly, without much emotion in his tone, but inexplicably made her flustered.

"three two……"

At the last second, Li Xiaoxiao escaped from the quilt and sat up again.

Her eyes were red, and she looked at him aggrievedly: "I don't want to eat..."

Si Mocheng didn't say anything, but just delivered the rice spoon to her mouth.

He has taken many soldiers, and even because many of them personally killed criminals, the situation is more serious than her.

He can ignore them, but he can't ignore her.

Li Xiaoxiao bit his lip, knowing that he couldn't hold him back, and opened his mouth with red eyes and bit the rice spoon.

The food tasted good, but she couldn't taste it in her mouth. When she swallowed, she felt nauseous again.

Scenes from time to time appeared in front of my eyes.

A few Arab men fell in a pool of blood, and even in the end someone was injured by a bomb, with broken arms and limbs, a **** flesh, exuding a strong smell of burnt and blood.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she almost vomited on the bedside again.

Si Mocheng stretched out his hand and tried to take a few shots for her, but Li Xiaoxiao ducked sideways.

His big hand fell through, staring at her silently, his eyes dark and dangerous.

After drinking some water, Li Xiaoxiao felt more comfortable, sitting on the side of the bed without talking.

Si Mocheng didn't make a sound either, but once again brought the rice spoon to her mouth.

Li Xiaoxiao ate with his eyes down. After repeated several times, he didn't feel sick anymore, but his stomach was still uncomfortable.

After eating a small bowl of rice, Si Mocheng did not force her again.

It's just that the atmosphere in the room was strangely embarrassing due to the silence of the two.

After eating and drinking, Li Xiaoxiao crawled back into the quilt and squinted, feeling a little unspeakable grievance in his heart.

She just didn't want to eat a meal, he happened to be so fierce to her.

Si Mocheng's gaze fell on the small ball on the bed, and he only felt that he had no appetite.

After not eating much, he also put down the bowls and chopsticks and packed up the things.