"You still have your right hand," Su Xingyue said, puzzled as she looked at him, his right hand was uninjured.
"You slept on it till it went numb last night!" He raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips as he spoke.
"..." Su Xingyue froze, her face unexpectedly heating up.
Last night… she had indeed been leaning on him, pressing down on his arm all night long.
Although it was all forced by him...
The next moment, she let out a resigned sigh, picked up the soup spoon from the bowl, and brought the porridge to the edge of his lips.
In light of his serious injury, she'd be kind enough to take care of him...
But who would have thought, as she brought the porridge to his lips, he showed no intention of opening his mouth.
"Why aren't you eating?" Su Xingyue asked, looking at him puzzled.
"I've lost my appetite," he said, glancing down at the porridge with a look of slight disdain.
"..." Su Xingyue was speechless, now feeling an urge to fling the bowl!