About five minutes later, finally, the porridge water was ready. She found a bowl, filled it for him, and brought it in.
"The doctor said, since you’ve just had surgery, you should start with this, it will be helpful to you." Bringing it in, she went straight to his bedside and half-knelt down.
Ou Mucen slightly raised his eyes to look at the bowl before him, seeing the concoction within the wooden bowl that didn’t quite look like water, nor did it resemble porridge, a flicker of distaste already crossing his eyes.
"Lemon porridge. It’s made a bit clearer, the nurse said it can replace boiled water, and it’s really beneficial for healing your wounds."
Ye Ning noticed the aversion in his eyes and hurriedly explained, worried he wouldn’t eat it.
It’s a critical time now. If he wants to recover quickly, he has to listen to the doctor.
Fortunately, although the man’s expression wasn’t too pleasant, on hearing that the doctor had instructed her to give it to him, he didn’t say anything and agreed.
Seeing his consent, Ye Ning was very pleased. She put the porridge aside and knelt down, preparing to help him sit up from the bed on the floor.
"I’ll help you lean against the wall, propped with a pillow. Otherwise, you won’t be able to drink."
"Hmm..." Mucen faintly nodded.
If he was to drink this, of course he had to sit up, or else, how could he drink?
So he didn’t resist, just quietly lying there, waiting for her to come and help.
However, he hadn’t expected that when she bent over in front of him, her slender hands holding his shoulders, just moving slightly, a faint scent of flowers drifted from her, catching his gaze momentarily, and he found himself looking down her hanging neckline.
It was a very pristine white T-shirt, he didn’t even ask when she had changed, or who she had asked to help her change.
At this moment, such a T-shirt, as she bent down, allowed him to see, from this angle, the beautiful glimpse of springtime hidden inside her collar, captured entirely in his sight.
It was a patch of milk-like skin, especially under this whitish halo, it appeared even more delicate and lustrous.
The collarbone was very refined, the shoulder well a bit deep, probably due to being too thin, but its curve was full and round, looking like a well-polished, top-grade jade ring, beautiful and lovely.
And beneath this beauty lay places even more daunting to behold, the full and round shape wrapped in tiny pieces of black fabric, like a flower that has bloomed in wrath, yet caged within the walls. Such a scene, suggestively emerging and yearning to break forth, truly struck with an impressive force.
Ou Mucen suddenly felt his breathing becoming a bit heavier...
"Lean your head towards me a little more so I can get the pillow in," said the girl, with both hands supporting him, unaware of what he was experiencing. Feeling the weight of his upper body, she breathed slightly heavily and asked him to shift a little on his own.
He was too heavy, especially for her, a girl just over one meter sixty.
However, she did not anticipate that, just as she finished speaking, the man being supported by her, perhaps feeling the discomfort of the semi-supported angle, also leaned forward with his chest.
As his body tilted, Ye Ning also bent down. In that instant, without either of them prepared, the girl’s lips brushed against the cheek of the man just as he leaned forward...