Drifting Towards You

She nodded and put the bowl on the small table in front of him: "Can you, if not..."

Si Mocheng didn't answer, but he slowly raised his hand.

There are a few blue tendons on his forehead, which is very difficult to see.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart also clenched into a ball, her small fists were clenched tightly, and her eyes stared at him unblinkingly.

"Uncle..."

"En." Simocheng had already held the spoon in his hand, which was relatively stable.

After scooping some porridge, it was a little shaken.

Li Xiaoxiao felt sour, and took both the bowl and spoon, "I'll do it."

"It might be a bit hot, you try first." She said softly.

Si Mocheng looked at her directly and was silent, but after a few seconds, he still swallowed the porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao looked very happy, raised a hand and gently touched his head. His eyes were like two crescents with a smile: "Good luck."

Si Mocheng's eyes softened a bit: "Xiaoxiao."

"En?" She gently scooped another spoonful of porridge and blew gently on her mouth.

"I'm not a kid." His voice was dumb, but still with his characteristic indifference and calmness.

"I know~ but you are a patient now." Li Xiaoxiao looked at him solemnly, especially serious.

She thought, he always fed him food before.

Now that he is injured, it seems that there is nothing wrong with her feeding him.

A few minutes later, Simocheng said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxiao, you can eat together."

"I'm not hungry, I will eat after you finish."

"Put another bowl and eat together." He said coldly, his voice still with irresistible majesty.

Li Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and poured himself another bowl of millet porridge in the thermos.

Both bowls of porridge were placed in front of her with a spoon in each.

There are two pairs of chopsticks on the side of the bowl, which are neat.

After Li Xiaoxiao fed him two bites, he would eat a little too, but the two sets of spoons and chopsticks were tossed up, really a little messy.

After eating for a while, Li Xiaoxiao was a little confused.

Determined to look at the two porridge bowls in front of him: Which bowl is hers?

Hmm...it should be the one on the left, right...

Li Xiaoxiao picked up the porcelain bowl on the left and drank some porridge. While putting down the spoon, Simocheng slowly said, "Xiaoxiao, that's my bowl."

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, staring at him with a pair of big eyes.

He was expressionless and looked at her calmly.

Her face turned red a little bit: "Yes... I'm sorry, I remembered wrong..."

She quickly changed the bowl back, and after careful memorization, she took a spoonful of millet porridge with his spoon and brought it to his mouth.

His dark eyes stared at her silently.

Li Xiaoxiao seemed afraid that he would be worried, and quickly explained: "What you just said is your bowl and spoon. There is nothing wrong with it. I must have remembered it correctly this time."

"En." After he responded, he swallowed the millet porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't react for a while.

Si Mocheng spoke slowly: "Xiaoxiao."

"En?" Li Xiaoxiao raised her eyes to look at him, a trace of confusion in her big eyes.

"My bowl and spoon, you just used it." Simocheng had no expression on his face, as if simply stating a fact.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, looking down at the two bowls in front of him, a little dazed.

"Okay...it seems..." She nodded blankly.

She just used the wrong bowl and then fed it to him.

Isn't that... Isn't it they...

Her gaze fell on the white porcelain spoon, and the baby's fat little face was a little unnatural, with a bright cherry blossom color overflowing on her cheek.

They...just used a spoon...