School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 1100 You Won't Blame Me

Shu Yacheng saw that he was not as indifferent to him as before, but rather polite and respectful, so he boldly picked up the shrimp and put it in his bowl, "I don't have a good appetite recently, you should eat more."

"..."

He looked at the dishes in the bowl, feeling indescribable in his heart, and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a reason.

"Do you want to see a doctor?" He asked casually, ignoring the food she picked up in the bowl, and quietly ate the white rice.

Shu Yacheng was startled, a feeling of warmth floated up in her heart, she never expected that he would take the initiative to care for her, suppressing the excitement in her heart, she explained, "No, it's just a pregnancy reaction, it will be fine in two months."

pregnancy reaction.

Nangong Han's fingertips were stiff, and his dark eyes fell on her involuntarily.

"Hmm." With mixed feelings in his heart, he withdrew his eyes and ate his meal with a lot of thoughts.

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"Come on, watch out for the steps."

While supporting Qiyue, he carefully reminded her.

"I'll carry you on my back." She had been in a free state, so he simply squatted down in front of her, carried her on his back, and walked towards the stairs.

Shu Yacheng stood downstairs, his eyes became more and more vicious, he was obviously a psychopath, yet he still treated her so hard.

Carrying her on his back all the way, he walked into the room and carefully placed her on the sofa next to him.

"July."

Squatting in front of her, with distressed face, he reached out and gently pinched her chin.

Her eyes were still empty, unable to see him in front of her eyes, she was blindly immersed in her own world.

"When will I be like this until I am willing to wake up, look at me, and listen to me?"

The bottom of the dark eyes became increasingly dim, there was a faint mist around the eye circles, and sadness and pain rippled in the bottom of the eyes.

She remained motionless, without blinking her eyes, empty, like a puppet without a soul.

His eyes looked at her hands, which were thickly wrapped in white cloth.

A little hoarse, "Let's take a shower first, and then I'll change your dressing after the shower, okay?"

"..." She remained silent, and he had the right to assume that she acquiesced.

Standing up slowly, he walked towards the bathroom, filled the bathtub with just the right temperature of water, then came out, closed the door, and found another set of pajamas.

Coming back to her, "July, we took a shower."

She didn't speak, he opened his hands, picked her up, and put her down when he came to the bathroom.

Nangong Han stood in front of her a little awkwardly, because of the previous struggle and panic, her black hair was a little messy, falling down like a waterfall.

Soft eyebrows, a pair of almond eyes, clear and empty, a delicate nose, a small closed mouth, her face is pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

Just standing in front of him quietly and emptyly, like a ceramic doll, which will break if you are not careful.

Nangong Han trembled slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"I know that if you are sober, you will definitely not agree to me giving you a shower. I know you like to be clean, and this is also a special situation. I think, if I give you a bath, you will definitely not blame me, right?"

"..." She didn't respond.

He stretched out his big hand tremblingly, and his throat subconsciously became hoarse, "Then, now it's time to take off your clothes."

Carefully take off the clothes one by one, and help her lie down in the bathtub.

Carefully put your hands out of the tub to avoid getting water.

Picking up the bath ball, squeezed the shower gel, rubbed out bubbles, and began to wipe every inch of her skin.

"I remember that I washed you before. At that time, you were very shy. I remember that your blushing appearance was very cute."

(End of this chapter)