"Let me feed you." Mo Qishen held the bowl tightly in his hand, making it impossible for Ni Yang to grab it from him. "I promised your aunt that I'd take good care of you."
Seeing Mo Qishen so determined, Ni Yang had no choice but to play her role as a giant baby waiting to be fed, "Brother Mo, aren't you going to eat?"
Mo Qishen fed her a spoonful of chicken soup, "I'll eat after you've had enough."
Ni Yang laughed, "You're making it sound like I'm torturing you by not letting you eat."
Mo Qishen replied, "I'm more than happy to."
"Why are you so sweet-talking?" Ni Yang pinched his face.
Mo Qishen raised his brows slightly, "You already know how sweet it is without even tasting?"
Ni Yang: "..." He's getting better and better at flirting! I'm losing...
At night.
Ni Yang slept in the hospital bed while Mo Qishen curled up on the sofa. With his tall stature and long legs, the sofa seemed a bit cramped. A single turn could cause him to fall to the floor.
