Chapter 700
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
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700 Move: little _1
Ning Qingâs heart skipped a beat, and warmth rushed up from her neck.
âI wonât be a coward!â
Nian lie knew that she was going to reject him, but his gaze remained indifferent. I asked you to take care of me, but thatâs what a nurse should do. Youâre not even willing to feed me soup. What are you doing here? â
His words were a little overbearing.
Ning Qing suppressed her unwillingness and tried her best to convince herself,âitâs just a soup, whatâs there to care about?â
She steadied her breathing and said, â okay, Iâll feed you.
She reached out, picked up the bowl, took a spoon from the side, and put it in the thick soup.
Ning Qing was very mechanical. She scooped up a spoonful and sent it directly to his mouth.
Nian lie glanced at the spoon that was brought to his mouth. His thin lips moved slightly. hot.
One word, and it was inexplicably teasing.
Ning Qingâs hand felt like it was on fire, and even her heart felt a little uncomfortable.
She lowered her eyes, retracted her hand in a panic, and blew on it.
Nian lieâs dark eyes held a hint of a smile, but it disappeared before she could raise her head.
The soup of the right temperature was brought to his lips. He moved forward slightly, and his thin lips pressed tightly against the edge of the spoon. Ning Qing lifted her lips slightly, and the liquid was sent into his mouth.
He focused his gaze and said with a hint of admiration, â it tastes good.
Ning Qing was stunned. She didnât know why, but the back of her ear started to burn.
After that, the two of them didnât say anything and just quietly finished the bowl of chicken soup.
Nian lie was a little full. He was indeed full just now, but she had specially prepared chicken soup for him. How could he waste her good intentions?
Thinking of this, the manâs heart felt a little more comfortable, and even the pain in his body dissipated a lot.
Ning Qing removed the small table and sat on a chair at the side, feeling relieved.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCome here and help me,â the man said before she could be quiet for long.
Ning Qing stood up hesitantly and went to his side. whatâs wrong? â
help me move the pillow. Itâs not comfortable to lean on.
â......â
Ning Qing looked at the pillow behind him and then back at his face. The manâs face was calm and did not have any intention of making things difficult for her.
She let out a breath of air and leaned over to grab the pillow behind him.
He couldnât pull it.
She used both her hands to carefully avoid him, but this position still trapped him between her hands.
: Move: little: : Ning Qing did not dare to lower her head and reminded him numbly.
Nian lieâs eyes darkened. what did you say? â
Ning Qingâs face turned red before she could think of anything else. move. I canât.
Nian lie lifted his eyelids. Her fair and delicate face was right in front of him. Her red lips were tightly pursed, and she looked extremely alluring.
Not to mention, he had once enjoyed this beautiful moment.
His voice unconsciously became hoarse. I canât move.
Ning Qing couldnât care less and grabbed the corner of the pillow hard.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her from behind.
Her back stiffened. She pushed the man away and took a few steps back. With a red face, she was about to scold him. Nian lie, youâre being stubborn.
âUh,â
The man clutched his chest, his expression pained.
Ning Qingâs mind went blank. whatâs wrong with you? â
Nian lieâs breathing became labored, and his face turned pale. It was obvious that he had developed a problem after being pushed by her.
She couldnât care less about what had just happened. Iâll call the doctor, â she said anxiously. wait for me!
Before she could turn around, he held her hand.
âThereâs no need, ran ran. Donât leave,â Nian lie stopped her with a weak voice.
Ning Qing couldnât take another step.
He panted heavily, and she wanted to break free, but when she touched his hand on his chest, she stopped.
After a few minutes, the manâs breathing gradually stabilized.
He let go of her before she could, and with a sickly weakness, he said, â ning Qing, I asked you to move the pillow for me. You want my life.