Scum Coercion

"Okay, okay, it's my duty!"

I nodded desperately.

"Here is Jasmine's cold medicine. She has already taken it in the afternoon. Remember to give it to her at 9:30." "It's so late?"

I was dumbfounded, do you want me to stay so late at Jasmine's house?Her parents are really big-hearted. Although they may have taken a fancy to my character, my character is really not good. Hey!

"Well, I'm really sorry, originally for the sake of my daughter, I would never talk to the child's father anyway, but Xiaozhu, you happened to be here, it was really a big help, can you leave after feeding her the medicine?

Jasmine's mother showed me an apologetic expression, and sincerely begged me with her hands clasped together.

Being asked by my girlfriend's mother like this, although I am a scumbag, I also know that today I will continue to play a gentleman to take care of a lady.

But I have no resistance to this, of course I agreed with the trend.

"No problem, just leave it to me."

"Thank you Xiaozhu, then please~

Putting on a coat, my aunt hurried to the entrance, stepped on her high heels, turned her head and blinked at me, and went out. The empty living room and kitchen became the only one left.

Haha? ! ! ! "

Immediately I came back to my senses.

Obviously it was to visit the sick, why did it suddenly become helping to cook, and suddenly it became taking care of the patients! ?

What is this hyperexpansion?

But since he stayed, he still had to take responsibility.

Put the stewed chicken in a small bowl, put a spoon in it, and I brought the chicken soup into Jasmine's boudoir.

Until now, she still maintains the same posture as before, leaning against the head of the bed blankly, clutching Sunflower's handkerchief reluctantly.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt up to her shoulders as she slid it down.

At this time, Jasmine's eyeballs only rolled slightly.

"Jasmine?"

"Ah."

"Are you hungry?"

Um. "

"Drink."

I spooned a spoonful of golden chicken soup into her mouth.

"Ah~~

"How about it?"

"More."

In this way, I let Jasmine drink all the fragrant chicken soup spoon by spoon.

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"Want something to eat?"

"Ah."

I walked out of the room, went to the kitchen to pack duck meat and fried cabbage, sat next to Jasmine’s bed and helped her feed in the same way.

From the beginning to the end, Jasmine unexpectedly showed no resistance or dissatisfaction.

"Are you full?"

"Ah."

I wiped the corners of her mouth with toilet paper, hesitated for a while, and then asked:

What’s wrong with you? "

"What's wrong?"

She blinked her blank eyes in confusion and asked me back.

"Why don't you scold me or beat me up."

"Uh

Hearing this kind of inexplicable speech made by a wife who has been subjected to domestic violence, I couldn't help but squeeze out an inexplicable moan from my throat. Jasmine's bright eyeballs frantically rolled a few times, then her head drooped feebly, her knees were brought together, arms around.

Because she lowered her head, most of her face was covered by the drooping black hair, so I couldn't see her expression, I could only feel her depressed aura.

"You, didn't you say that you want me to be obedient, and if I am obedient, I won't

Jasmine answered me softly with a faint mosquito sound.

"Oh, oh oh oh!!"

I suddenly realized.

Jasmine and I are not really a couple, she was coerced by me into dating, so she has been very uneasy about it, and the kindness I showed her today should make her feel a lot more at ease.