Swallowing Her Porridge

When Ye Erruo opened the door while carrying a bowl of porridge, Mo Jiangye, who had been typing on his laptop, smacked the cover down and threw it aside speedily. He then pretended to be in a lot of pain.

"It's time to eat." She stirred the porridge gently with a spoon.

"What is this?"

"Eight-Treasure Porridge. It is slightly sweet. Does your head still hurt?"

Mo Jiangye shot a glance at the bowl of black porridge on the table and furrowed his eyebrows. "You made this?"

"I did." She took a pillow once again and placed it behind his back.

"Have a taste." Ye Erruo picked up a small spoonful of porridge and blew it.

He twisted his head away. "I don't feel like eating it."

"Does your head hurt?" Ye Erruo placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside cabinet and continued to massage him.

Upon seeing her worried look, Mo Jiangye secretly smiled. She had never been so worried about his health before.