C22 (1/2)

Jane Fan withdrew her hand. She didn't have the extra strength to get angry at him.

”What do you want? I'll get it for you. ”

”…”

”Do you want to go to the toilet?” Ling Chen took a few deep breaths, suppressing his anger.

Jane Fan simply closed his eyes.

Ling Chen was thoroughly enraged. He pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes: ”Don't play tricks with me, I don't have the patience to play with you, White Fox!”

Jane Fan was forced to raise his eyes to stare at him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. He could always grab onto her weak spot like a naughty child grabbing onto the back of Cat's neck, causing her to instantly disarm and be unable to move.

”I want some water.”

”Drink the Dang Gui Wu Chicken Soup. I purposely stewed it all night.” Seeing her submit, Ling Chen's attitude became a little more amiable as well.

He sat on the couch beside the bed, unscrewed the thermos and poured a bowl.

Jian Fan turned his face to the side. His mood was jumping, and his dark eyes were like a pool of water, unfathomable.

”Should I feed you or should you drink by yourself?” The soup in his bowl had turned black due to the cooking process of Angelica sinensis. However, Jane Fan had no appetite.

”I just want a glass of warm water.” She swallowed her dry throat.

”I'll feed you.” Ling Chen's face darkened as he scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to her mouth.

Jane turned her face away, her small, pale face full of stubbornness, knowing that he was merely fulfilling his promise to make her fall in love with him.

The room became eerily silent, and the rough breathing of the man beside his ear became even clearer.

”Pah!”

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. Ling Chen threw his bowl of soup onto the ground, causing the soup to splatter all over the place, scaring Jian Fan out of his wits.

”Ignorant woman, is your heart made of iron?” Ling Chen's scarlet eyes were like those of a mad lion.

Jian Fan stared at him, ”Where are you going to be noble? At least the one who is lying here right now is me, not you! ”

”You asked for it.”

”Get out!” Jian Fan shouted and pointed at the door.

Ling Chen's clenched fists relaxed and tightened, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Jian Fan's face turned red and his body trembled in anger. She tried her best to suppress the pain coming from her lower abdomen with her hands, but her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

”Get out …” Her voice was a lot weaker, but it couldn't erase her stubborn persistence.

Ling Chen angrily turned around and walked to the door. The hand that opened the door did not fall for a long time, and all he could hear was the humbling and buzzing of people.

”Humph!” 'Humph! 'Ling Yun finally turned around and went back to the bed …

Assassins were the most cold-hearted, but if they were to be touched by emotions, it would be death that they would not give up. Are they still betting on it? He will always be the winner! He wanted her to do anything for him!

Taking a deep breath to calm his tensed expression, he took out another bowl and poured himself a bowl of chicken soup.

”Drink the soup first, then I'll get you some water.”

Jian Fan opened his mouth, but he did not say any vulgarities. In his heart, he silently asked every single organ in his body.

”Good, you have guts!” Ling Chen smiled in anger, and slowly brought the bowl to his lips.

Jian Fan heaved a sigh of relief as the discomfort in his body lessened.

Just when Jian Fan thought that he had drunk it himself and was no longer going to make things difficult for her, Ling Chen suddenly brought a big mouthful of chicken soup into his mouth. Her large palm grabbed the back of her head and ferociously pressed her mouth against her pale lips.

”Ugh …” Cough, cough, cough! ” A large mouthful of warm chicken soup along with the fragrance of Ling Chen's body poured into Jian Fan's stomach. He didn't even have the time to swallow it as he coughed continuously.

Ling Chen took another big gulp. Jian Fan waved his hands in a panic to resist, but his weak strength was useless.

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back so hard that she had to raise her head to receive the juice.

Ling Chen was in no hurry to leave. He forced the soup into a warm kiss.

Jian Fan's eyes widened as he tried his best to hold back the tears that he wanted to burst out. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him down, deepening the kiss.

After a moment of entanglement, Jian Fan laid on the bed stiffly, his face expressionless. Ling Chen curled up his thumb and wiped the corner of his lips, where her sweet lips still remained.

She did it on purpose! Ling Jun's face darkened, he turned and walked out of the room.

A moment later, Director Yao and the nurse walked in and did not see Ling Chen again.

After some inspection, Chief Yao's serious expression eased a lot. ”You need to be careful and rest more. Don't be too agitated. Eat more tonic before you can recover quickly.”

”Doctor, my illness... Is it serious? ” Jane Fan vaguely felt that this was not good.

Chief Yao put away his stethoscope and gave her a comforting smile, ”Don't think too much, you have to trust in our doctor's ability. ”Take a good rest. You'll still be as healthy as before.”

”Yes.” Jane Fan nodded. He had a plan in mind. She didn't need to fight with a scoundrel. She had to take care of her body in order to have the chance to kill him.

The next day, the person who delivered the soup changed to Lian Xi.

”Miss Jane, how are you feeling? Does your stomach still hurt? ”