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Chen Jing touched his nose and thought that he had forgotten about telling Zheng Yu the password.
Zheng Yu didn't mind, "Are you hungry?"
Chen Jing He patted his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything for lunch, and now it was midnight, but he still stubbornly said, "I'm not hungry, you can go back."
Zheng Yu glanced at him and went straight to the kitchen, "Go back to your room and sleep for a while. I'll call you when it's ready."
Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up. She saw Zheng Yu skillfully taking out the pot and rice, apparently preparing to cook for him. "Do you know how to cook?" Chen Jing questioned.
"I'm going back to my room to take a nap," Zheng Yu said as she pushed him by the shoulder.
But Chen Jing, who had already napped for half a day, wasn't sleepy anymore. "This is my home, you go back."
Zheng Yu just lay on the bed obediently as if he hadn't heard anything, so I went out.
Chen Jing felt much better after the IV drip. It didn't seem like Zheng Yu knew how to cook, so I went over to see him wrapped in a blanket.
Just then, Zheng Yu was seen boiling two large bowls of raw rice. Startled, he quickly turned off the heat and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Aren't you sick? I wanted to cook some porridge for you," Zheng Yu replied, feeling a bit guilty, right?
He used to cook like this before Chen Jing.
"Is this what you call a little?" Chen Jing felt that he regretted not changing the password of the door the most.
"Or you can teach me." Zheng Yu insisted that Chen Jing must drink porridge tonight.
"First, scoop out some rice, just a little bit, and then add some water." Chen Jing had no choice but to try it himself. Zheng Yu was stubborn and wouldn't let him touch anything, so he could only direct Zheng Yu from the side.
He finally drank the bowl of porridge. The plain porridge didn't have much flavor, but it was warm and soft. After finishing the bowl, his whole body felt warm. Chen Jing closed his eyes comfortably. It seemed that a sick person was indeed suited to drink a bowl of porridge.
"Alright, I'm going to sleep now." Chen Jing's attitude softened quite a bit as he gently reminded Zheng Yu that it was time to leave.
It seems like Zheng Yu really didn't understand. He put down the bowl and walked to Chen Jing's side, about to help him up, "Are you still feeling dizzy?"
Chen Jing was confused by him, pushed his hand away and said, "I said I want to sleep, you should leave."
"You're sick, of course I have to stay and take care of you," Zheng Yu said as a matter of course.
"You?" Chen Jing looked at him with disdain, glancing at his bandaged arm. "Forget it."
"There's no place to sleep here, hurry up and leave."
"I'll sleep on Chen Yue's single bed."
" Zheng Yu!" He has a lot of things to figure out, and he hopes Zheng Yu will give him some time. Being so clingy to him only makes him feel more frustrated.
"Chen Jing, don't be angry," Zheng Yu took his hand, and Chen Jing struggled but couldn't break free. "Or should I let you take a bite?"
Speaking, he leaned his neck towards Chen Jing, who was being worn down by him. "Can't you let me think first?" Zheng Yu understood Chen Jing's meaning, but didn't let go of his hand. "What are you thinking? Whether to forgive me? Or... something else?"
Zheng Yu intentionally paused for a moment, looking into Chen Jing's eyes with a passionate gaze, as if trying to see through him.
Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat, hastily retracting his hand in a fluster. Zheng Yu probably didn't know that his confession had been overheard by him.
Zheng Yu looked at his empty hands and chuckled softly, "It's okay, take your time to think. Anyway, you will forgive me sooner or later." Chen Jing was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zheng Yu added, "But not today. It's already midnight, it's not safe to take a taxi back, and you're sick. I'm worried about you."
"So, let me stay today to take care of you, okay?" Zheng Yu asked softly, with a cautious plea in his eyes, as if afraid of being rejected.
Chen Jing couldn't stand such temptation and nodded in agreement with a sly smile.
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