Leng Youchen laid her back on the bed, and Wei Anning immediately rolled into the covers, burying her face in the pillow, too embarrassed to face anyone. Leng Youchen watched the little pink bundle curled up into a ball and felt a surge of tenderness rise from the depths of his heart.
"Hungry?"
The little head buried in the pillow nodded vigorously, still feeling shy, but indeed hungry. From her fall into the basement yesterday morning until now, she had only had a few sips of water—how could she not be hungry?
Leng Youchen's thin lips curved slightly, as he wheeled himself to the door and pulled it open to give a couple of instructions to the person waiting outside. His voice was low and pleasant, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
