Finding a vase took Ya Tianxing about ten minutes.
When the door was pushed open again, Mo Shangjun had already peeled the first apple, cut it into pieces, and stuck them with toothpicks, and was feeding Lu Yang one piece at a time.
Lu Yang felt incredibly awkward, but his arms were wrapped so tightly with bandages that he couldn't lift them at all, and consequently, he had no choice but to be fed.
He should have been used to it after these past days, but because it was Mo Shangjun who was feeding him, Lu Yang felt uncomfortable no matter what.
Thus, when Ya Tianxing came in through the door, Lu Yang realized the source of his discomfort—
Right, Ya Tianxing.
The atmosphere between Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing was unlike that of ordinary friends.
Suddenly realizing something, Lu Yang was startled and nearly bit his tongue.
