Chiang Xiao didn’t move, she was afraid of touching his wounds.
"Little, in this past year, have you started to like any of those young boys at school?"
She suddenly heard Meng Xinian ask.
Chiang Xiao’s face darkened.
"The boys at school are not ’young boys,’ they are like second or third years in high school, not much younger than you." She said irritably, "It’s just that they are youthful and sunny, handsome, while you look so hasty, now with unshaved beard you look even closer to hitting thirty..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her shoulder felt a pain.
Meng Xinian bit her on the shoulder.
It wasn’t really painful, he was just nibbling gently. But Chiang Xiao was completely taken aback by his action, nearly jumping up in surprise.
"Tyrant Meng, are you a dog or what!" She exclaimed.
Meng Xinian let her go, his deep eyes shining with a bright light in the darkness.
He looked at her, his expression slightly aggrieved.
Chiang Xiao gritted her teeth and glared at him, "Why did you bite me? Childish, isn’t it? Shameless, isn’t it? You’re seven years older than me! Seven years older!"
Meng Xinian felt a tightness in his chest, looking at her with a husky voice, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, don’t forget, we are already engaged."
"So what?" Chiang Xiao glared at him, "Being engaged means we can’t tell the truth?"
"Are you sure what you’re saying is the truth? You like those..." Meng Xinian clenched his teeth, "youthful students?"
He had truly never experienced this feeling before.
"I just turned fifteen after the New Year." Chiang Xiao suddenly said. She suddenly understood his point, this man...
Meng Xinian felt immediately defeated.
Did he hope she would fall in love early, or stay clueless for now?
But looking at Chiang Xiao’s cunning and lively eyes, his heart filled with helplessness and immense love, eventually they just turned into a sigh. He reached out and pinched her cheek, saying, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, I’ll die at your hands sooner or later."
Chiang Xiao slapped away his hand, puffing up her cheeks.
She had no idea how cute and soft she looked.
"Keep talking nonsense, and the porridge will get cold." She huffed, turning to open the insulated lunch box, her heart pounding wildly, almost fleeing from his intense gaze.
On the lunch box, she had drawn a Cease Talisman Diagram, so the idea that the porridge would be cold was absolutely impossible; it was an insulated box to begin with, and with that diagram applied, when opened, it was still steaming and fragrant as if it had just been poured in.
She had added a few drops of Spirit Spring Water to the porridge.
Meng Xinian had already come to and, given his attentiveness and intelligence, he would definitely be able to taste the uniqueness of the Spirit Spring Water if given it by itself.
Chiang Xiao had already speculated whether he had noticed too fast a decline in his fever and too quick a recovery of his body.
But since he hadn’t asked, she certainly wouldn’t throw herself into the net and bring it up with him.
"Was this porridge made by you or grandma?"
Just as she thought that, she heard Meng Xinian speak up.
Chiang Xiao’s heart skipped, "Grandma made it!"
Her grandmother had already been simmering porridge when she went back; she had merely added a bit of Spiritual Spring Water to it.
She served the porridge and handed it to Meng Xinian.
Meng Xinian took it and after one taste looked at her.
"What, what’s wrong?" Chiang Xiao’s heart skipped again.
Meng Xinian said, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, why do I feel this porridge has a... particularly fragrant aroma?"
"It’s pheasant porridge, so it’s quite fragrant."
"Where did the pheasant come from?"
Chiang Xiao felt sweat on her forehead, she seemed to have replied too quickly, "You know, the one Uncle sent over after hunting in the mountains, then marinated and shipped over."
Indeed, Xu Linjiang and the others had sent some, but the ones they had sent should have already been eaten up by now.