Chapter 337

"I didn't have a fever. Why is my face so red?" the doctor whispered, and then told the nurse, "remember to open the window on time for ventilation. The room is too closed, and it's easy to close the air."

Hearing the doctor's words, Xia Wanyuan's face became hot. He took a sneak look at junshiling and ran into junshiling's smiling eyes.

Xia Wanyuan's recovery was very good. After the doctor explained some matters, he left the ward.

Feeling embarrassed by what happened just now, Xia Wanyuan and junshiling made a rare little temper and gave him a light stare. Then he deliberately ignored junshiling's words, for fear that he would say all kinds of things that would make him blush.

Junshiling doesn't want to be separated from Xia Wanyuan for a second now. After the doctor left, junshiling sat in bed,

"Give me a hug, ma'am." As soon as junshiling entered the quilt, he opened his arms to Xia Wanyuan.

"Hum," Xia Wanyuan snorted, "no hug."

It's rare to see Xia Wanyuan's charming appearance. Junshiling is not angry, but thinks it's different. He likes Xia Wanyuan in his heart, but he doesn't like it.

"Then I'll hold you." The emperor's Mausoleum stretched out its long arm and held Xia Wanyuan in his arms.

In fact, Xia Wanyuan also likes the embrace of junshiling, which makes her feel at ease. Although she says no, Xia Wanyuan doesn't struggle to stay in junshiling's arms.

Holding Xia Wanyuan quietly, junshiling took a book to read to Xia Wanyuan. Time passed by so little that it was lunch time in the twinkling of an eye.

In the lunch, as usual, it is a small dish of porridge.

Not only does junshiling feel that the taste of Qingzhou is too light, but Xia Wanyuan hasn't eaten much serious food for nearly a week. After eating two meals of Qingzhou in succession, he has no taste in his mouth now. Xia Wanyuan can't help but resist.

"I don't want porridge." Xia Wanyuan some resistance to see a white miserable porridge.

"Well behaved, the doctor said to take some light food to raise your stomach. You haven't eaten for a long time." Jun Shiling scooped a mouthful of porridge and handed it to Xia Wanyuan.

In the eyes of junshiling's encouragement, Xia Wanyuan took a sip. As expected, it was the same taste. Xia Wanyuan said that he didn't want to take a second sip of anything.

Xia Wanyuan bit his lip and pulled up Jun Shiling's sleeve. "It's OK not to eat this. It's tasteless."

"No, you haven't recovered yet." Junshiling felt that what Xia Wanyuan pulled was not his sleeve, but his heart,

But thinking of Xia Wanyuan's body, Jun Shiling refused Xia Wanyuan's request.

Just as junshiling knew Xia Wanyuan, Xia Wanyuan could not understand the bottom line of junshiling.

Xia Wanyuan took the initiative to step forward, put his hands around junshiling's waist, raised his head, and his eyes were bright. "That taste is so light, I can't eat any more. How about changing it?"

Jun Shiling shook his hand with a spoon, "you"

"Will you?" Xia Wanyuan asked again. He even went up and gave a kiss on junshiling's face,

This time, junshiling's fragile bottom line of principle in front of Xia Wanyuan completely collapsed.

"Where did you learn these tricks?" Jun Shiling put the spoon aside, bit his teeth, and hugged Xia Wanyuan fiercely.

"Can you change it for me?" A smile flashed in Xia Wanyuan's eyes,

"You are the ancestor, can you not change it for you?" Jun Shiling bit his teeth and gave Xia Wanyuan a big kiss on the face. Then he got out of bed and went to arrange food for Xia Wanyuan himself.