Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 61
"You have a good appetite." She took out another apple from the bag, "Eat another apple half an hour after the meal, it's nutritious and healthy."

"it is good."

Just after finishing speaking, Jiang Yimian's stomach suddenly growled.

Feng Beiting was startled, "You haven't eaten yet?!"

"Yeah." Her little face wrinkled into a little bun.

"Why don't you do more for yourself?"

"What's so good about this clear soup with little water in it!"

"..."

Um?Is it not nutritionally balanced?Don't you want to mix meat and vegetables?
Accidentally revealed the truth, Miss Jiang poked the dimple, and tried to justify herself, "I'm not injured, so I don't need to be so particular about my diet. Overnutrition is also very troublesome."

"Then what would you like to eat?"

"I don't know." She rested her chin on her hands, her lips pursed slightly, looking very distressed.

And the next second—

"Hello, I want to order a Hawaiian-style pizza, 10 inches, with double cheese."

Feng Beiting: "..."

For a moment just now, he almost thought that she didn't think about eating or drinking because she was worried about his injury.

Evidently, he was once again being self-indulgent.

Fortunately, Jiang Yimian didn't completely ignore his feelings, at least she asked for his opinion, "Do you mind if I eat here? Are you hungry?"

"...I don't mind, I won't be greedy."

If you want to be greedy, you are also greedy for her.

After the meal, seeing the sky darken, Actor Feng started to play again, "It's getting dark, you should go back early."

"I'll stay here to take care of you tonight." She felt that the nurse was unreliable.

"Need not."

"you are welcome."

Then, Feng Beiting stopped being polite to her, and even took the initiative to help her arrange where to sleep at night.

If possible, he actually wanted her to sleep on the hospital bed with him.

He hugged her like he did that night.

This was of course impossible, so there was a flash of disappointment in Feng Beiting's eyes.

"By the way!" Jiang Yimian suddenly remembered something, "Did you tell Su Fu about your injury? She is your friend, right?"

"No." Feng Beiting shook his head, looking thoughtful and considerate, "She has a boyfriend, so unless necessary, we don't communicate often."

"Is that so..."

Su Fu, who later learned of this conversation, was under the "hot" gaze of Prison Temple and Skylark.

Skylark couldn't figure it out.

The three of them have known each other since they were teenagers. Every day they are not training or doing tasks. When did this girl fall in love?
"You have a boyfriend? Why don't prison temple and I know?"

"...Isn't this a coincidence, I just found out." Su Fu's mouth twitched slightly.

Fourth Young Master said that she had it, and she had to have it if she didn't.

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Worried that Feng Beiting would easily accumulate food if he lay down all the time, so Jiang Yimian helped him to walk slowly in the ward for a while.

During the period, Ethan came to take notes for him and left soon.

Jiang Yimian supported Feng Beiting to lie back on the hospital bed, and stared at the not-so-big sofa in a daze.

this size...

When she goes to sleep later, her feet will definitely be on the outside. Thinking about the scene where part of her body is outside, she feels horrible.

Just curl up and sleep.

Shrunk into a ball, her size should still be able to be squeezed.

Nodding her head as if to cheer herself up, Jiang Yimian threw off the thin blanket with a "shua", said "good night" to Feng Beiting, and she closed her eyes.

Because she was worried that he would get up at night, she didn't turn off the light in the room, and covered it brightly above her head, so that she didn't feel sleepy at all.

This, combined with the discomfort of being on the couch, caused her to writhe like a fish in a frying pan.

When she turned her face to the back of the sofa for the third time, with a very slight "pop", the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

She turned to look suspiciously, only to see Feng Beiting had just withdrawn his hand.

"Go to sleep." His voice was soft and soft, full of sleepiness, very different from the daytime.

Responding almost imperceptibly, Jiang Yimian tightened the thin blanket around her body again, closed her eyes again and slowly brewed sleepiness.

The blackout curtains were drawn, and the light from the window leaked in through the side slits, bringing hazy light into the room and diluting the darkness.

Feng Beiting didn't sleep.

He turned his head on the pillow and looked at the back of Jiang Yimian's head, that overly beautiful face was a shapeless mass of gray in the dark, and gradually revealed its original shape under the dim light, with an imperceptible, almost dreamy smile.

He thought, in such a quiet and undisturbed night, it seems that anything can happen, except serious business...

He lay on the bed for a while, like a dormant beast, patiently waiting for the opportunity to round up.

After half an hour—

Jiang Yimian didn't turn over again.

She was curled up in the same position before she fell asleep, but one of her legs was "uneasy" hanging out of the sofa, and the thin blanket that was originally tightly wrapped slipped to the floor.

Feng Beiting got up from the bed lightly, his slender figure blocking part of the light.

He didn't wear shoes for fear of making a noise.

Kneeling and half-kneeling by the sofa, he gently held Jiang Yimian's hand beside him, the moment his palm was pressed against the back of her hand, a certain string in his heart was gently plucked, and then it kept vibrating.

It was uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa, so Jiang Yimian didn't sleep very deeply.

Feng Beiting also knew this clearly.

He should have calmed down and left quietly, but he couldn't help but want to get close to her.

According to his past experience, if he tried hard to suppress the thoughts in his heart, the final result would not be suppressing success, but success falling ill.

And once he gets sick, he will definitely cause a bigger battle than now.

Thinking of this, the young master kissed her with peace of mind.

Jiang Yimian felt a little itchy on her face in her sleep, she subconsciously reached out to scratch it, but accidentally touched something warm and soft, opened her eyes in a daze, and saw a black shadow standing in front of her.

In the dark night, the place where the man was was a deeper darkness.

At that moment, Jiang Yimian thought that she had been kidnapped again.

She couldn't tell whether the scene in front of her was in a dream or in reality, she just looked at him in fear, and it took a lot of effort to pull the voice back from a distant place, "You..."

Still the silky sound of silver bells, with a subtle tinkle in it, like dollhouse bells.

It was blown by the wind, and the sound was rather urgent.

"Your quilt fell off."

Feng Beiting's voice brought back Jiang Yimian's wandering thoughts, she tried hard to blink to see if the person in front of her was really him.

Still shocked, she stretched out a hand to pat Feng Beiting's face without even thinking about it, and even squeezed it twice.

Looking at the entire country of M, she is the only one who dares to make such an estimate of Feng Beiting.

"It's not a dream..."

After confirming that everything in front of him was the truth, and that the person in front of him was indeed Feng Beiting, Jiang Yimian heaved a sigh of relief, and finally withdrew his little claws that were making trouble on his face.

"Have a nightmare?"

"No." She just woke up and was frightened by him for a moment.

I thought……

She was kidnapped by that pervert again.

He wiped his forehead, and sure enough, there was another cold sweat on his forehead.

After recovering, Jiang Yimian looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you getting up? Is the wound too painful?"

"I didn't fall asleep. When I saw your quilt fell off, I came here to help you cover it."

"Oh, thanks……"

In other words, isn't she taking care of him?Why is it the other way around?

Feng Beiting gently rubbed her head, his voice was as gentle as the moonlight flowing outside the window, "Go to sleep."

He stood up, very slowly, without making a sound.

Jiang Yimian looked at his back, raised her head in a daze and touched the head that he had patted, suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Touch the head to kill?

The slender eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttered slightly, and Jiang Yimian sat on the sofa with her knees hugged, with a complicated expression on her face.

Feng Beiting's action just now made her feel a little strange. She always felt that touching the head should happen between relatives or lovers, and pure heterosexual friendship is not suitable for such intimate behavior.

She has a lot of thoughts when dealing with many things. It is right to say that she has a heart, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is treacherous and cunning, but she is simple and pure when dealing with feelings.

Like it, like it, don't like it, don't like it.

She boldly pursued the former, but she resolutely refused the latter.

Therefore, she would rather make a fuss out of a molehill and be thought to be sentimental than be entangled with hindsight.

Pulling up the blanket silently, Jiang Yimian's voice resounded clearly in this quiet night.

"Feng Beiting, do you like me?"

(End of this chapter)