Collection 2

Chapter 15

　...but his body honestly relaxed. Maybe he was a little squeamish because of Wen Shaozheng.

　　Being cared for like this, the negative emotions caused by the physical discomfort seemed to be aggravated... It was not appropriate to say that. In fact, he was very interested in being cared for like this, and the aggravation of negative emotions was just an illusion.

　　How to describe it? Just like when you cry, if there is someone around to comfort you, you will cry more sadly.

　　Lin Qingshan suddenly understood. He had the urge to complain about his grievances. It seemed that he had thousands of complaints, but he didn't really feel aggrieved.

　　...This is the feeling of wanting to act coquettishly.

　　"...I can't use my hands." This is indeed the truth.

　　"It's okay, I can feed you."

　　Wen Shaozheng took a spoonful of porridge, blew it to warm it and handed it to Lin Qingshan. Lin Qingshan stared blankly as Wen Shaozheng's handsome features were slightly twisted together, and his eyebrows were rarely raised. He looked like a melancholy prince, but what was in his eyes was not the romance, nor the mountains and rivers of the country, but himself.

　　"...Still can't eat?"

　　Lin Qingshan came back to her senses, ate it in one bite, her Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed.

　　...so sweet.

　　Was the pumpkin porridge cooked by Wen Shaozheng so sweet before?

　　Not only is it sweet, but it is also thick and smooth. It feels thick and warm when you take one sip, but it melts in your mouth.

　　In fact, Lin Qingshan's answer was conservative. It was not that he had no appetite, but that he had nausea. He had even vomited twice. I thought I had to stuff it, but I didn't expect the porridge to be surprisingly delicious.

　　Wen Shaozheng filled another bowl. When he brought it over, Lin Qingshan felt nauseous again, but when Wen Shaozheng fed him a spoonful, the nausea miraculously disappeared.

　　...Can it be that psychology plays such a big role?

　　Before I knew it, the bowl of porridge was all bottomed out.

　　Wen Shaozheng also peeled two oranges and fed them one by one.

　　I took my temperature again half an hour later and found it had dropped to 38 degrees Celsius.

　　When Lin Qingshan's temperature dropped to thirty-eight degrees, Wen Shaozheng gave Lin Qingshan a mark. Lin Qingshan began to feel sleepy, and finally closed her eyes under Wen Shaozheng's touch.

　　In a daze, he suddenly thought of the past a long time ago. His mother seemed to have stroked his head like this when he had a cold.

　　But is this true? The mother in my memory always complained about her incompetence, but she also gave herself good food and drink.

　　But the mother in his memory once wanted to abandon him.

　　Sometimes Lin Qingshan would wonder what the "unfair life" her mother had given her meant, and whether it meant that she didn't want such a child. After all, he was a male Omega. But these are meaningless, because his mother has passed away, and no one else seems to know what his mother meant by this name.

　　But Lin Qingshan did once feel the existence of so-called destiny.

　　But...he doesn't feel that way now.