Shu Qiqi tried to stand up, but as soon as she braced her hands against the floor, she was suspended in midair.
"Idiot," Leng Yichen placed her back on the hospital bed.
That was when Shu Qiqi noticed the food bag he was holding in his hand.
Her heart suddenly warmed.
The man expressionlessly took out the food, arranged it, and pushed it in front of her.
"You're not allowed to leave any leftovers," he commanded domineeringly.
Yet Shu Qiqi felt very happy, "Okay."
The man awkwardly looked away, walked to the side, and stopped paying attention to her.
Shu Qiqi lowered her head to eat, occasionally glancing up at the man.
He was working with his head down, revealing a handsome profile. Every move he made was noble and elegant, captivating her gaze.
The ancients truly did not deceive; Shu Qiqi finally understood what it meant to be pleasing to the eye as well as to the palate.
Her appetite was great, and she devoured the food with relish.