Qiao Xi felt a stir in her heart and pursed her lips.
Feed him?
She turned to look in the direction of the bathroom, where the sound of running water was coming from. Wan Jiang was busy with something and hadn't come out yet.
Qiao Xi said nothing. Instead, she served a bowl of hot chicken soup and handed the spoon to Zhong Yi.
"I'll hold the bowl for you, and you can drink with your left hand."
Qiao Xi came up with a compromise.
Feeding him seemed too intimate.
She was now a married woman, with a jealous husband at home who hadn't been comforted yet.
Zhong Yi hung his head.
The splendid gentleman instantly turned into a wronged big puppy.
"You never used to be so distant with me. When I was sick, you took care of me. You fed me medicinal decoctions, changed my towels, you did everything."
Qiao Xi did not argue.
Instead, she looked at him with her clear almond eyes and held the bowl of soup in front of him.
Her attitude was already very clear.