Daylight broke, and Mo Ran opened her eyes. As she turned over, she noticed that Gu Yixuan was no longer in the hospital room. A cold sneer flickered in her eyes; sure enough, the person had left.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, someone walked into the room, carrying breakfast in hand.
"Awake? Feeling any better?" He put the breakfast on the table and asked with concern.
Mo Ran was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Much better."
He reached out to touch her forehead, and when his cool hand met her skin, she instinctively shrank back.
"Hmm, the fever’s gone." He nodded with satisfaction. To check her temperature, he had deliberately run cold water over his hands for a good while.
"Come on, eat your breakfast and then we can leave," he said as he took out the breakfast and arranged it on the table.
Mo Ran glanced at it, seeing the hot and steamy preserved egg and pork congee along with several small steamed buns that looked appetizing and smelled delicious, but she just had no appetite.
"I’m not hungry," she said indifferently.
Gu Yixuan didn’t take her word for it. "Have a bite and then we can go."
"I said, I’m not hungry," she repeated.
He finally glanced at her, "You have to eat whether you’re hungry or not. If you don’t eat, you’re not leaving!" Google seaʀᴄh n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
Mo Ran, who was in a cold war period with him, was very sensitive to his coercion. Even though such forcefulness didn’t seem to be a big deal normally, it made her very uncomfortable at this moment!
"I said, I’m not hungry!" Her temper flared up instantly.
Gu Yixuan’s gaze became slightly fixed, and a smile crept upon his lips, but his voice was still icy and forceful.
"I said, you have to eat whether you’re hungry or not!" This woman finally got back her temper.
What a bastard, he’s infuriating!
Mo Ran stood up and walked away. If he called her to eat, would she just eat? Who did he think he was!
She didn’t listen and continued walking!
Her footsteps halted for a moment; she believed he would do something to make her regret it.
Standing still, Mo Ran didn’t turn around. Her chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with intense hatred! Taking a few deep breaths, she steadied her emotions, turned around, and strode to the table. She grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth.
Gulping it down, she lifted the bowl of congee and took a big gulp, then suddenly spat it all out with a "puh".
She stuck out her tongue and fanned it a few times before realizing a serious problem.
The congee she had just spit out, it seemed, was all over Gu Yixuan...
I’m in such a bad state, sigh. Rolling around, begging for favorites, all kinds of begging!