Shen Yin backed away and refused without thinking. "I can feed myself."
"Cut the crap." Lian Jing waved aside her hand when she reached out to take the spoon, and put it resolutely by her mouth.
Shen Yin closed her eyes and took a bite from his hand.
She could have continued to reject him, but after all this time and only having had some porridge for lunch, her stomach was growling with hunger as the fragrance of the meat filled her nostrils. Seeing that he was determined, she miraculously went along with him.
After finally finishing the meal, Shen Yin's drip bag was finally empty.
The nurse came over and gently pulled out the needles. She also reminded her to rest when she got home. Before she left, she looked at Lian Jing enviously. "Your husband is so good to you. All of us saw it. You're so blessed."
Shen Yin smiled awkwardly and turned around to glare at Lian Jing, who was looking smug about something.
