"..." Could she say she was thinking about her grandfather?
"I know I'm the most handsome man in the world, but you don't have to stare at me so adoringly."
Chu Lingzhi's forehead was dotted with black lines. This man was truly narcissistic.
She stood up, walked over, and sat on the bed, looking at him. "How are you feeling now? Still dizzy?"
"I want some congee."
"Alright, wait a moment."
Chu Lingzhi got up and went out to get him some congee.
When she returned with the plain congee, the IV drip had just finished. Setting the congee aside, she removed the needle from his hand.
Nangong Yehen's dark eyes gazed deeply at her. Her focused expression as she bent down to remove the needle was very beautiful.
"Press here." She looked up, just meeting his affectionate gaze.
Her heart stirred slightly. Chu Lingzhi asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nangong Yehen curled his lips. "You're beautiful."
"I think you're seriously ill."
"I am seriously ill."
"Then get treated!" Chu Lingzhi looked at him seriously.
"Whether I get treated or not is up to you." Nangong Yehen acted completely indifferent.
"Eat your congee."
"Feed me."
Chu Lingzhi was stunned. Did she hear that right?
"You can hold the bowl and eat now."
Nangong Yehen lifted his hand slightly, his left hand pressing on his right.
"If the needle wound isn't bleeding, you don't need to press it. Just pick it up and eat yourself," Chu Lingzhi said.
"I'm very tired." Nangong Yehen looked exhausted.
"I really can't with you. You're even more spoiled than Big Baby. If Little Baby were here, he'd definitely look down on you." Chu Lingzhi picked up the congee and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
At 190 cm tall, with a burly frame and being the most handsome man in the world, he was acting like a little boy. Chu Lingzhi felt like laughing just looking at him.
She fed him one spoonful, and Nangong Yehen ate it, his gaze fixed firmly on her face.
"How do you plan to treat me?" he asked.
Chu Lingzhi didn't hide it and said tactfully, "Fight poison with poison."
"White-headed snake?" Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow.
Chu Lingzhi was slightly startled. "You know how to treat it?"
Nangong Yehen smiled faintly. "Use the snake to bite me, quickly apply acupuncture to control the venom, then use silver needles to force the poison out."
Chu Lingzhi was shocked. "Master Nangong, you understand?"
Nangong Yehen shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Then you..."
Nangong Yehen looked at her deeply. "You saved me like this once before."
Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's hands trembled.
Quickly, she pretended to be calm. "When did I ever save you? Master Nangong, you're joking."
"Yaya."
A buzz rang in Chu Lingzhi's mind as she stared at Nangong Yehen in shock.
Nangong Yehen smiled lightly, as if it were nothing. "Grandpa Ji Nian's granddaughter, Yaya."
Chu Lingzhi's mouth twitched a few times, her voice trembling. "You know everything?"
Nangong Yehen's lips curled up as he looked at her arrogantly. "What do you think?"
Chu Lingzhi's painful memories were stirred up again, her beautiful face filled with gloom, sadness, and fear.
Nangong Yehen knew she was Grandpa Chu Ji Nian's granddaughter. What about those enemies?
She knew that paper could never wrap fire—
Nangong Yehen understood her fear. He reached out, gently stroking the hair by her neck, his voice unusually gentle and low. "You don't need to be afraid. No one will know about your background except me."
Chu Lingzhi looked at him, her thoughts scattered, her expression fearful.
Seeing her like this, Nangong Yehen's heart sank.
"I'll protect you." He said, touching her face.
His palm lacked its usual warmth, feeling a bit cold.
Chu Lingzhi stared at him blankly. Why was his gaze so gentle?