Mù Qiānxún let out a helpless bitter smile, "Don't just stand there!"
Ou Zun finally stepped forward and adjusted the bed for Luo SuiFeng.
Mù Qiānxún sat at the bedside and began to feed Luo SuiFeng.
Small, tiny bites.
Very meticulous, very gentle.
Each time Luo SuiFeng obediently opened his mouth, his eyes grew increasingly moist as he recalled the time when he first met Mù Qiānxún. It was deep winter, and he had caught a cold from being drenched in heavy rain one late night.
His fever had already reached forty degrees.
At the time, he had called Lu Hang for help, but the call ended up on Mù Qiānxún's phone instead. In his dazed state, he told the person on the other end of the line that he had a fever and needed someone to care for him.
And then, Mù Qiānxún came.
Back then, he wasn't in a relationship with Mù Qiānxún yet.
Mù Qiānxún was still pursuing him.
To be honest, he didn't like the kind of loud, unrestrained, and careless girl Mù Qiānxún appeared to be.
