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Lin Shu woke up at dinner that afternoon. To be exact, he was awakened by the sound and smell of Jingze Yisuo powder.

First, he moved his fingers, then he opened his eyes with some difficulty. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jing Ze, who had changed into a white short sleeve black casual pants, was sitting on the sofa with his legs curling.

Jingze also immersed himself in eating, which made the bowl of tin foil coated powder look delicious. He only drank a bottle of milk with ingredients, and Lin Shu, who had not eaten for a day, looked at the delicious jingzeyi and successfully swallowed several mouthfuls.

Lin Shu wants to speak, but when he opens his mouth, he finds that the words from his hoarse voice are buried by Jingze's voice.

Lin Shu looked at Jing Ze and coughed gently. This time Jing Ze finally raised his head.

So there is such a scene: the people sitting on the sofa with their legs folded holding a bowl of powder and the people lying on the hospital bed for infusion looked at each other for three seconds.

Lin Shu was too much to stand by the smell of the powder. He moved his finger gently and raised his hand towards Jingze.

Jingze was also slow for two seconds before he sucked the powder in his mouth. He immediately put the powder down and jumped over the tea table and ran to the edge of Lin Shu's bed.

Before Lin Shu had time to speak, the man held his wrist and asked a lot of questions, "how do you feel? Is there any discomfort? Shall I call a doctor to examine you? Can you talk? Does your head hurt? Do you feel dizzy? Is there anything else that feels bad? "

Lin Shu stares at Jing Ze and is silent for two seconds. An indescribable expression gradually appears on his face.

Jingze also stares at Lin Shu. When Lin Shu opens his mouth, he says a word first.

He said, "water?"

Lin Shuli immediately closed his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Seeing Lin Shu like this, Jing Ze thought he was right, so he immediately turned around and ran to pour water.

Lin Shu kneaded his throat on the hospital bed and sighed softly. He said that he didn't want to drink water, but he was hungry. Don't stop listening to him because he was hoarse!

While he was thinking, Jingze had already brought a cup of water and a cotton swab in his hand.

Lin Shu looked at Jingze sitting by his bed, waiting to take care of him. He sighed and held the man's hand. Since he had poured water, he would drink it! It's just that he still likes to drink water in a simple and rough way.

He pointed to the height adjustment button beside the bed and said in a hoarse voice to Jingze: "I want to drink by myself. Don't stick it on the cotton swab and feed me."

Jingze also said that the child was still self reliant. He took the cup in one hand and reached out to adjust the height of the hospital bed.

He took the cup to Lin Shu's lips, raised his eyebrows and motioned for Lin Shu to drink like this. Lin Shu took a look at him, then lowered his head and held the other side of the cup to drink a few sips.

After the warm water moistened his throat, Lin Shu felt that his throat, which was so dry and bleeding, felt as if he could speak normally.

"Feel better?"

Lin Shu stares at Jing Ze Yi's face and points his head. Jing Ze also touches his head and turns back to put the cup.

Lin Shu raised his hand which was still in the infusion and looked at it, and suddenly called Jing Ze Yi.

"Brother Jing."

Jingze was almost knocked down by his soft voice mixed with grievances. As soon as he turned around, he saw Lin Shu's hands and index fingers sticking out and stirring together. He was coquettish with his mouth.

"Brother Zeyi, I'm hungry. I want to eat your flour."

Jingze was almost choked by his own saliva.