When Ying Jing opened her eyes after waking up, she saw someone sitting by the bed and immediately closed her eyes again.
All she could think about was when Wen Fucheng had arrived.
How long had she been asleep?
Why hadn't anyone told her?
Her eyes darted around several times.
"Since you're awake, get up and have some porridge, it hasn't cooled yet."
So she was found out so quickly! Ying Jing decided not to continue pretending.
"Why did you come without telling me?"
Her tone suggested she blamed him for not informing her in advance; the man was peeling a beautiful large orange.
"Wanted to know if you'd even hear it?"
Who was it that had been feverish for so long? If he had come any later, she would have been delirious with fever.
Ying Jing held the warm porridge bowl and drank a few sips, her whole stomach warming up considerably, comfortably leaning against the headboard.
She waited for the orange that Wen Fucheng would peel for her himself.
