I'm spoiling my uncle

Chapter 140 It's not a good person to save
Qi Feng saw that she was frowning, her beautiful phoenix eyes were smudged with a light smoke, her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings, her complexion was a bit haggard, probably because she had not slept all night.

A smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low voice: "Luo Li, the person you saved might not be a good person at all, so why bother?"

Luo Li turned around, frowned slightly, and then smiled lightly: "The one who saves you may not necessarily be a good person, does it have anything to do with good or bad?"

Qi Feng stared at her blankly, and a smile gradually spread on his pale face: "You seem heartless, but in fact you are more likely to be soft-hearted than anyone else, so you will suffer sooner or later."

Luo Li smiled and said: "You're wrong, I just have no heart and no lungs, I won't soften my heart, saving people depends on the mood, and also depends on whether the person looks pleasing to the eye or not."

There was bitterness in Qi Feng's eyes, he looked at Luo Li, thinking how disappointed she would be if she knew that what he was trying to save now was someone who was trying to kill her.

He turned his face away, not daring to look her in the eyes, and murmured again: "You have consumed too much internal energy, you should rest yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover in ten days and a half months?"

Luo Li helped him cover the thin quilt, and whispered: "I'll recover after a few days of recuperation, but it's your injury, I have to think of a way, you sleep for a while."

Qi Feng nodded.

Luo Li sat in front of the case and thought hard, and could only wait until the night when the moon was dark and the wind was high. She was in a trance when Qiu Lu knocked on the door outside.

Luo Li opened the door gently, and said in a low voice: "Qiu Lu, help me get some lighter porridge, I may have spoiled my stomach, and I feel sick when I see greasy food."

Qiu Lu looked at her puzzled. When did she speak like a mosquito? She looked at Luo Li as if she was not in a good mood. She didn't have the slightest doubt, but asked: "Does it matter? Do you need a doctor?"

Luo Li shook her head: "No, and don't tell others, just bring it."

"Okay." Qiulu turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Luo Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Qiu Lu is not such a delicate person, she can only hide her carefree temper from her first.

She paced lightly in the room, half an hour later, Qiu Lu came with a big bowl of porridge, Luo Li took it, and then said with a smile: "My stomach is uncomfortable, I want to rest today, no one will use it Excuse me, you and Xiaoqi will go to the Zuixin Building to help out a little later."

Qiu Lu asked: "Can't even the prince know?"

Luo Li nodded: "It's too hypocritical to talk about small things, I don't want to be looked down upon by him."

"Okay then, you have a good rest."

Luo Li closed the door and brought the porridge to the bed, seeing Qi Feng staring at her with his eyes open, not sleeping at all, she put the porridge by the bed and helped him up: "Can you eat something by yourself?"

"Try it."

Luo Li struggled to lift him up to lean against the head of the bed, and put a soft pillow behind him, seeing him squinting his eyes and smiling at her, she said amusedly: "I can still laugh now, it seems like I won't die. "

The smile between Qi Feng's brows deepened: "It's not easy to escape under Chu Yi's hands, but it's thanks to you."

Luo Li brought the porridge in front of him: "Try to see if you can lift your hand?"

Qi Feng nodded with a smile, raised his right hand easily and started to eat porridge, probably because of the serious internal injury, he was still struggling to eat, Luo Li took the spoon in his hand and fed it to him spoon by spoon, he Just smiled lightly.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Luo Li felt that Qi Feng's complexion had improved a little, although it might just be her psychological effect.

He began to lie down again to recover from his wounds, with a thousand turns in his heart.

(End of this chapter)