Huo Shenting looked at her, his profound gaze cold yet mixed with subtle complexity.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're genuinely naive or just pretending."
Ye Shu frowned, trying to glean some information from his facial expression, but as soon as her eyes met his, he abruptly stood up from the bed, interrupting her scrutinizing gaze and casting a cool glance at Aunt Wang.
"Feed her."
Hearing this, Ye Shu hurriedly waved her hands in refusal and sat up straighter, "No need, I can do it myself."
She was still not accustomed to being waited on, feeling as though she was a useless person, and her thoughts that had just started to clear were once again disrupted.
Huo Shenting gazed at her with a dark expression, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, his tone slightly mocking, "Are you sure you have the strength to even hold a spoon?"
The doctor had just said that the side effects of her concussion included nausea, vomiting, and limb weakness.
