Chapter 1812 (1/2)

”Chicken soup, it's good for you.” Miran'er smiles and tries to pull out her little hand.

Gus frowned and glared at her. ”Now you're better? I have the strength to do this. ”

Mi Ran'er blushed and said with a sweet smile, ”it's not because you heal me when I'm in a coma? I've just woken up, and I feel you are very hot. I'm scared. If something happens to you, what can you do for me? ”

The fear in MI Ran'er's tone is not false.

Gus can feel it, too.

There was a slight void in his heart.

Then, he sighed and gently held her in his arms. On her ear side, he spoke slowly in a gentle tone: ”but if you don't heal your wound, you may not wake up... Moyue is too cruel. Next time, if I meet her again, I will double your wound today to her!”

Guschen does what he says.

When miran'er heard Gus's words, he couldn't help it.

He put his hand on Gus's face and gently stroked him. ”Well, don't think about it. I'll see if the chicken soup is ready. I'll give you something to drink. It's better to pad your stomach.”

Mi Ran'er said, pulling her little hand out of her palm and taking a bamboo tube to see the chicken soup.

Gus looked at her busy appearance in front of the fire, thin body with a touch of softness, Gus suddenly saw a little familiar taste from her.

He felt the smell from his mother, who had been dead for many years.

”Ran'er...” he suddenly spoke softly.

”Well? What's the matter? ” Miran'er put some salt grass in the soup, stirred it carefully, and then tasted it.

”Give me a baby.”