Bo Cixue tightened her grip on the thermos flask.
What did he mean?
Asking the nurse to feed him in front of her mother?
Yan Hua was also slightly stunned.
Then she realized that he might not want to have an ambiguous relationship with Little Apple anymore.
Yan Hua sighed in her heart.
These two children, after going around in circles, still could not get together.
"Alright, Auntie Yan will come and see you next time." Yan Hua shot a look at Bo Cixue, asking her to thank her and leave.
Bo Cixue walked to the bed and saw that the nurse's face was slightly red. She poured a bowl of porridge her mother had brought.
She took the spoon and sat by the bed.
She scooped a spoonful, blew at it and fed it to him.
Ye Jie saw Bo Cixue's actions and frowned. "Cixue, you don't have to force yourself."
Bo Cixue glared at him. "When did you see me forcing myself?"
