??Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Never Seen You So Well-Behaved
Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Never Seen You So Well-Behaved
The bedroom once again fell silent.
Qiao Ruoxin looked down at the palm of her hand, marked with the lipstick print left by Wen Wan.
She walked towards the bathroom with a look of disgust, washing her hands several tis with hand soap.
Returning to the bedside, she sat on the single sofa, propping her cheeks with her hands, and quietly watched the sleeping Mo Chen.
Her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the many dicine bottles placed to one side.
Qiao Ruoxin picked one up to see, imported dicine for improving sleep quality, and others for calming irritable moods, and so on…
Her face stiffened slightly, and she looked up at Mo Chen, questioning if he had to take so many pills every day.
Her heart trembled…
Qiao Ruoxin picked up a thermoter and took the man’s temperature at his wrist—it was still a low fever.
How can he get better, sleeping on without eating or drinking?
“Mo Chen! Wake up… Mo Chen!”
She called out softly twice, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes like a fierce beast disturbed from sleep, his eyes dark and stormy, seemingly ready to explode at any mont.
To know Mo Chen exploding was akin to the end of the world.
It was terrifying to the extre.
She’d been scared half to death by it two years ago.
Qiao Ruoxin wanted to touch his forehead, but she still did not have the courage.
Mo Chen stared at her in silence for a long ti, his well-defined, slender fingers supporting his forehead as he sat up, his head splitting with pain.
“How long have I slept?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse, chilling to the bone.
“They said you’ve slept for a day, why don’t you eat sothing, okay?”
Her beautiful eyes looked at the man, her lashes curled and thick, her small upturned nose delicate, her skin fair and radiant.
Mo Chen’s voice was deep and flat, “I have no appetite.”
“Then I will make sothing for you myself, will you eat a little?” She coaxed the man with a soft, sweet voice, her temper good.
The man’s handso face was shrouded in frost, his brows weary with exhaustion, he responded coldly with a “Mm.”
Even with such a cold response, Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but laugh happily.
“Okay, then drink so water first. I’ll make sothing for you, just wait.”
Qiao Ruoxin poured a glass of water for him, then turned and left the bedroom.
Mo Chen, leaning against the bed with the cup in hand, lowered his gaze, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
Since when had this “Little Ghost” been so caring towards him?
He couldn’t find any mory that matched the scenes from just before.
…
Qiao Ruoxin cooked personally, preparing a bowl of Tonkotsu Chashu Ran, a few pan-fried dumplings, and a cup of freshly squeezed juice.
But the housekeeper ca to tell her, “Master Mo has gone to the study.”
She could only carry the tray upstairs to the study.
Entering the study, she found Mo Chen working, a stark contrast to the irritable man who had just woken up.
She set the tray down on the desk and pushed it in front of him.
Mo Chen’s fingers paused from typing, then he closed his laptop.
“Finish it all, okay? I went through a lot of trouble to cook this for you.”
Qiao Ruoxin sat opposite him at the desk, her posture signaling she planned to watch him eat.
The man picked up his chopsticks and ate gracefully with an air of elegance and good manners.
Her lips curled into a smile, “That fried egg, I made it very tender especially for you, try it.”
Mo Chen lifted his gaze to her, the intense loathing seemingly hidden in his dark eyes. He spoke with a grave voice, “I’ve never seen you be so obedient. Live long enough, and you’ll see everything.”
“When I ca to find you, I happened to see Wen Wan trying to steal a kiss from you,” she ntioned with an offhand tone.
Mo Chen’s pupils dilated sharply as he raised his eyes to her, his voice could freeze over, “What did you say?”
Qiao Ruoxin smiled, “I stopped her. She ended up kissing my palm, so disgusting.”
Hearing her words, Mo Chen’s expression slowly returned to normal, his tone distant, “It is quite disgusting; don’t touch her lips again.”
He would not allow anyone to touch Qiao Ruoxin, not n, and not won either.
“Mm, okay.”
“Did you disinfect it?”
“…”
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