Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Waiting for Chu Ci to enter the independent washing room of the ward, Yan Ting retracted his gaze.

Finally, his gaze fell on the little sparrow who was playing on a plant.

The black eyes were squinted. Originally, the little pike was left to prevent Chu Ci from dangling by his side all the time, but when I look at it now, I feel that this little pike is a bit distracting.

Is it too long for such a small thing to dangle in front of Chu Ci's eyes?

Probably noticing Yan Ting's gaze, the little Lingque chirped a few times, and leaped to hide itself a little more.

The small body that was fed round and plunged into the soft and heavy curtains, leaving only the long tail feathers behind him, shaking and shaking, patronizing his head, looking stupid.

Yan Ting faintly shifted his eyes away, the tingling in his stomach caused him to squint his eyes, and finally twisted his eyebrows, and fell asleep again in the dizziness.

By the time he woke up suddenly because of his mental condition during this period, the sky had gradually brightened, and it was estimated that one or two hours had passed.

There were no other people in the ward, only Chu Ci sitting on the sofa. There were several lunch boxes on the coffee table in front of the sofa. One of them had been eaten, and the other side was rice porridge packed in plastic boxes.

The little sparrow that had been hidden was also by her side, from time to time to peck the bird food that was also scattered aside by her.

The little girl just shrank on the sofa and continued to fill her mouth with small steamed buns contentedly. She probably noticed his sight. The little girl chewed her cheeks hard while she looked up at him.

She had been washed white and clean, and her black hair was neatly tied behind her head, and there were two or three rubbings against her white cheeks.

She was wearing a slightly neutral costume, but she was still extraordinarily cute and well-behaved. When she used to be a spiritual creature, she didn’t feel much. At this moment, in the light slowly falling from the window, the little girl is white. Shine.

It's clean and refreshing, as if it has nothing to do with ghosts, monsters, spirits, and spirits.

She swallowed the steamed dumplings in her mouth, took out an insulated bucket from the pile of bags next to her, carried the insulated bucket, got up and walked to the bed.

Yan Ting subconsciously wanted to sit up, but was held down by Chu Ci. Chu Ci sat on the **** chair beside the bed with a soft voice, "Don’t move, lie down well, wait a minute. The water is finished."

Yan Ting's head is not as groggy as before, and his heavy body is much lighter, and his stomach is not so uncomfortable. Hearing Chu Ci's words, he was obedient, but his black eyes were straight. Staring at Chu Ci.

Yesterday's irritability and vapour have long since faded away, and his eyes have regained clarity and calmness. The tip of his tongue unconsciously licked his molars and glanced at the medicine bottle hanging above his head.

Then she smelled the fragrant glutinous scent of rice porridge. Chu Ci had opened the thermos barrel, and the thermos was steaming out, and she took out a bowl of millet porridge.

Holding the spoon to stir, and blowing a few times, Chu Ci looked at him and brought this spoonful of cold millet porridge to his mouth, "eat."

Yan Ting felt the bitterness in his mouth and the pain in his throat. He opened his mouth obediently and swallowed the warm rice porridge.