Nangong Xu pushed open the door and personally brought in a bowl of porridge.
Sitting by the bed, he placed the bowl aside, reached out to support Nangong Ruyue's body, and then propped a soft pillow behind her.
He picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to her lips, "Eat something, your health is not good, this pregnancy might fail."
If it fails, she will have to do it all over again, and suffer once more.
Nangong Ruyue reached out her hand to take the spoon, intending to eat by herself.
Nangong Xu avoided her hand, "I'll feed you."
[I'll eat by myself.]
"Ruyue, don't be so stubborn."
[I'll eat on my own, or take it away.]
Nangong Xu and she were at a stalemate for a while. Seeing that she had no intention to compromise, he had no choice but to hand her the spoon.
Nangong Ruyue sat up properly, holding the bowl, and ate slowly with her eyes downcast.
