As soon as she saw Fu Jiuxiao, Jiang Li remembered what had happened last night. Her face was a little unnatural, and her ears were slightly red.
Fu Jiuxiao got up and hugged Jiang Li in his arms. Jiang Li still had a slight fever, and she looked dazed.
Fu Jiuxiao used his face to check Jiang Li's temperature. Fortunately, it had dropped.
"Are you hungry? I ordered some porridge for you."
Jiang Li frowned. She actually did not like porridge. If it were not for Fu Jiuxiao, she would definitely eat spicy food every day.
Fu Jiuxiao kissed Jiang Li's confused face intimately, and then he picked Jiang Li up.
Jiang Li cried out in surprise, and she instinctively hugged Fu Jiuxiao's neck.
Fu Jiuxiao carried Jiang Li to the dining table and placed Jiang Li on a cushion.
Jiang Li looked at the bland porridge in front of her. She did not have an appetite, but her stomach was indeed hungry. She could only frown and eat a few mouthfuls.
