She Couldn't Resist His Flirting Anymore!

Nanheng sat down on the sofa not far from the bed, opened the plastic bowl, and took a few bites without answering him. He thought of Ji Nuan lying beside Mo Jingshen just now and then of Feng Ling who didn't even bother to look at him and suddenly felt the porridge in his mouth was tasteless.

"In fact, Feng Ling is a person with a delicate mind, but she is too good at hiding her emotions," Ji Nuan said in a low voice as she fed Mo Jingshen breakfast. "I've stayed with her for awhile, so I know that although she often looks cold and aloof, she's just too protective of herself…"

She said, blowing gently in the bowl, and then asked Mo Jingshen with care as she fed him another mouthful, "Is it still hot?"

When Mo Jingshen saw Ji Nuan gently care about him, the smile on his face spread. The hospital bed had been raised a little, and he was now in a supine position. In contrast to Nanheng whose face was dark, he looked quite happy.