Yan Luoxi stood up, directly bypassing the takeout placed on the bedside table, "The porridge has cooled down, it's not nice to drink. Have some soup instead, it's homemade, more nutritious and clean than outside."
As she rose, Li Yeqi caught her wrist, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her, "I fell asleep and wasted your trip, are you mad at me?"
Yan Luoxi was taken aback and looked down at him, smiling, "How could I be so petty? You're hurt because of me, after all. I'll go get the soup; it's more nutritious."
With that, she gently removed his hand, placed it back beside the pillow, and then turned to walk over to the round table, opened the thermal container, and a rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out.
The Li Family's chef was in no way inferior to a first-rate chef.
She ladled a bowl of soup, covered the container again, and turned back to the bedside. Seeing that he was still staring at her intently, she smiled, "Don't look at me like that, I'll think I did something wrong."
