“I heard from Mike that you haven’t been eating. Therefore, I cooked you some porridge. It is the best for you now that you are sick and you shouldn’t eat anything else. Porridge is perfect!” Xia Yaxin said.
Her words and her voice were like the spring breeze, warming up his heart.
Song Jing stood there and looked at her. The man nodded.
Maybe he had stolen the moment for himself. And he just wished he could stop the time.
Xia Yaxin looked at him and said, “By the way, you should rest for a while after eating. Remember to take another two tablets before sleep. You will be fine tomorrow!”
When Song Jing looked at Xia Yaxin’s gesture, he frowned, “Are you leaving?”