Outside the hospital room, Mu Zhuoshen and Zhan Ji were staring with wide eyes.
Mu Zhuoshen clicked his tongue and sighed, "When it comes to being shameless, I only admire Qiao Chengxun. Who else under the heavens could be so unscrupulous in seeking a woman's sympathy? I certainly can't do it. What about you, little Ji?"
Zhan Ji said, "I don't have a woman."
Mu Zhuoshen raised an eyebrow, "Lu Qianxia isn't your woman?"
Zhan Ji also raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure she's a woman?"
Mu Zhuoshen: "..."
That question was indeed profound.
Inside the hospital room.
Wen Meimei finally finished feeding Qiao Chengxun a box of takeout, then started on her own.
Qiao Chengxun sat upright on the bed, taking pleasure in watching the girl eat, her cheeks puffing out adorably as she chewed.
Wen Meimei occasionally threw him a glare. King of Hell Qiao must be sick, right?
"Meimei, eat faster, I want another kiss."
"Go roll off to the side."
