That instant, I truly wished it was an illusion.
Even with such injuries, you still make such a fuss. Why not just play dead instead?
However, Mo Shangjun looked unnervingly composed. After glancing at him, she hung up the medicine bottle and then sat on the bed at a leisurely pace, lifted her legs to slip off her slippers, and lay down flat on the bed.
"What is it?"
She leaned against the pillow behind her and asked him languidly.
Ya Tianxing walked through the door, closing it behind him.
"They will take you away this afternoon."
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun nodded slightly, which was within her expectations.
Ya Tianxing walked over and set the porridge he was carrying on the bedside table, "Eat the porridge first."
"Not hungry." Mo Shangjun fluttered her eyelids.
She didn't feel hungry, nor was she in the mood to eat.
"I am only asking once, will you eat or not?"
Ya Tianxing maintained a stern face, not in the mood to argue with her.
"Will you feed me?"
