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It turns out that forgetting the fact that I like her... is so hard...
Luo Qiangwei led him to the sofa, pressed him down to sit, opened the hot porridge in front of him, and handed him the spoon.
Seeing how much she cared for him, Yan Chu felt somewhat ashamed of his thoughts just now, his throat tightened, "Weiwei... thank you."
"Thank for what, did your fever make you silly?" Luo Qiangwei rolled her eyes at him, grabbed the blanket from the sofa, and wrapped it around his shoulders, "Don't you have an appetite? At least drink half of it, you can't take medicine or get injections on an empty stomach."
Yan Chu scooped a spoonful of porridge and forced it down, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
He paused for a moment, then looked up at her, his handsome face pale, "Weiwei, have you been... happy these days?"
