An Zimo will never write homework for me again."

Pei Yizhou looked stern.

Pei Chen's expression changed.

grass!

You spilled the beans!

"I won't argue with you now." Pei Yizhou put the card back into his trouser pocket again, "It's very late, you go back and rest first, and go to school tomorrow. Don't make any trouble, okay?"

"I heard it, I heard it." Pei Chen nodded and rushed out of the hospital as if running for his life, without remembering the purpose of coming here in the first place.

Pei Yizhou felt upset inexplicably, tugged at his collar, turned and went downstairs to buy a late-night snack from a restaurant near the hospital.

When he came back, An Xiang had already fallen asleep, still crying in his sleep, and raising his hands to scratch his back from time to time, probably because of the itching of the wound stimulated by the medicine.

Pei Yizhou put down the lunch box, bent down and grabbed the hand to stop her movement.

An Xiang didn't know it. She frowned and turned over, directly pressing the wound. The pain made her eyes widen instantly. When she saw Pei Yizhou's face so close to her, she was frightened.

Pei Yizhou: "..." The little girl is frightened.

"We need to change the dressing later. I brought you food. Get up and eat some."

An Xiang took a long breath of relief and shook his head, "If you don't eat, I'm not hungry."

Pei Yizhou opened the lid, picked up a hot bun and brought it to her mouth, half coaxing and half tempting, "Be good, just eat some."

The buns are round, white, and steaming.

An thought that he had never been fed before, and there was a strange throbbing deep in his heart.

She blinked and took a bite of Pei Yizhou's hand.

The buns have thin skin and plenty of fillings, making them warm in the stomach.

Pei Yizhou gently wiped the corners of her mouth, and took a small spoonful of soup to her mouth.

He fed her one bite at a time, and An wanted to eat one bite at a time.

While eating, tears fell into the rice.

She cried suddenly, and Pei Yizhou panicked. He hurriedly put down his things, took out a tissue and wiped her eyes, "Does it still hurt? I'll go find a nurse to change your dressing. Don't cry."

An Xiang shook his head and raised the back of his hand to wipe away his tears.

"It doesn't hurt, I...I don't feel pain."

"What's wrong with that?"

An wanted to look at him.

Maybe it was because the moonlight was too gentle, but she saw a hint of tenderness in those cold eyes.

"No one has taken care of me like you before." An Xiang's voice was soft, revealing deep sadness and loneliness.
Chapter completed!