Drifting Towards You

I don't know how long it took, Li Xiaoxiao asked softly, "Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?"

"Yep."

She straightened up, lifted him up carefully, and put a pillow behind him: "Okay? Will it be uncomfortable?"

"Just right." He responded briefly.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao turned and left the ward to find Adjutant Zhang, and asked him to help prepare a little dinner.

After more than ten minutes of work, Adjutant Zhang delivered the dinner.

The very light millet porridge also has a few dishes.

Li Xiaoxiao set up a small table on the bed and arranged the food.

Si Mocheng kept watching her busy, his cold face softened a bit.

Seeing that he was not moving, Li Xiaoxiao gave him the millet porridge: "You can eat a little bit. Adjutant Zhang said that you can't eat too greasy food for healing now."

He didn't say a word, and slowly raised his hand to pick it up.

He moves very slowly, it seems a bit difficult.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little lost, not knowing where he was hurt, and dropped his eyes slightly without making a sound.

I don't know how long it took before the big hands took the bowl.

But the next moment, there was a ‘bang’.

The bowl fell to the ground, and it happened that before her hand had time to take it back, the slightly hot millet porridge spilled all over her hand.

Si Mocheng's pupils shrank slightly, and his big hands held her tightly, shaking slightly because of excessive force.

"How is it?" he asked in a low voice, his voice flustered.

Only then did Li Xiaoxiao come back to his senses, only to feel a damp heat in his hands.

Looking up to his dark and scary eyes, she stared wide, and shook her head seriously and said: "It's okay, it's okay...Don't worry..."

Si Mocheng pressed his lips without making a sound, his jaw tightened, and he was about to drag her to flush.

But he just moved, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead crackled down and his face turned pale.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and she wiped her hands with paper indiscriminately and said eagerly: "Don't move, I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt at all!"

He didn't look at her, he raised his eyes and looked out the door: "Zhang Cheng!"

When the voice fell, Adjutant Zhang pushed the door and came in with a straight military posture: "Colonel."

"Take her to the doctor, now." He said coldly, even in a hospital gown, still intimidating.

"I don't use it, I'm fine..."

Li Xiaoxiao tried to explain, but Si Mocheng didn't listen to her at all, and his black eyes looked straight at her and couldn't refuse.

In addition, Adjutant Zhang only listened to his orders.

Li Xiaoxiao had to follow Adjutant Zhang to see the doctor, but it was not serious, except that the back of his hot hand was a little red.

The doctor put some ointment on her and wanted to bandage her.

Li Xiaoxiao refused with a wrinkled face. If she wraps it up again, she won't know how upset she will be when she sees it.

This little injury is really nothing compared to his.

When she returned to the ward, Si Mocheng remained in the same posture as before, stunned.

Li Xiaoxiao was about to clean up the spilled millet porridge, and Adjutant Zhang was quick with eyesight and grabbed it first.

After he left, Li Xiaoxiao again filled a bowl of millet porridge from the thermos, while Simocheng's eyes remained on the back of her slightly reddish hand, silent.

"Don't look at it, it's really okay, it won't feel anymore." She comforted him.

After serving the porridge, Li Xiaoxiao held the bowl and hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should pass it to him again.

But if you don't hand it to him, do you want to feed it yourself?

It seems that some...some are too intimate...

Simocheng seemed to see her concerns and said in a deep voice, "Put it on the table."