The charming goddess chef

Chapter 227
Xing Hao was half lying on the bed, with his right arm resting on his head and his left arm resting lightly on his abdomen. His eyes were sluggish, and his eyes seemed to be closing, but within seconds, he saw his eyes opening even wider. He tried his best to avoid falling asleep. , missed the meal Qiao Baimei sent.

I'm afraid that after this quarrel, Qiao Baimei won't feed him with her own hands again. He will miss the way she feeds him seriously. If it is possible, she will live like this for the rest of her life without feeling bored.

The wooden door was pushed open with a 'squeak', and a gust of cold wind rushed in immediately, blowing his face coolly.

He didn't see him tightening the quilt, but he sat up straight suddenly, the white cloth was stretched too tight, making a hissing sound.

He screamed out in pain, but there was only a trace of darkness on his face, and it disappeared immediately.

"The meal is ready, let's get up and eat!" Her tone was so cold, and her attitude was much different from last night or even early morning.

She really didn't intend to feed him food!
"You feed me!" The three simple words are completely commands.

These three words blurted out, without even thinking about it, it was just a subconscious hope that the other party would do so.

"You can already get out of bed and eat by yourself, lest other people look at it and think that our relationship is weird!" Qiao Baimei put down the tray and set down the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Pull the wooden table to the edge of the bed as usual.

If she hadn't had this quarrel, she would have sat down on the edge of the bed, but this time, she pulled a wooden chair and sat down next to the table. Instead of looking at Xing Hao, she brought a bowl of rice and put it in front of him. There is no other action.

Xing Hao's hunger is false, but it is true that he wants Qiao Baimei to cook for him and be busy for him. Seeing her attitude, how can he not be impatient?
He couldn't lie down anymore, sat up from the bed, put on his shoes, stepped on the ground with both feet, and suddenly pulled the defenseless Qiao Baimei to him. On Xing Hao's neck, the long eyelashes even reached his wounded chest.

Fortunately, in severe cold weather, people wear a lot of clothes, otherwise the thin clothes are so close, the skin and body would already touch together without any distance.

She was extremely embarrassed, her face was flushed, and for a moment she was too frightened to look up.

Even though Xing Hao was seriously injured, his physical strength didn't decrease at all. Qiao Baimei knew that even if she resisted, it would be futile, she didn't push him away, but whispered three words: "Let me go!"

(End of this chapter)