After the meal, Feng Ling carefully cut some fruits, all of which were softer fruits such as banana grapes. They cut them into small pieces and then held the plate and put them in Li Nanheng's hand.

Now Li Nanheng is "soft" and continues to sit on the sofa with a blanket covered with a small fruit tray in his hand, and a small fork of fruit is placed on it. When he was stuffed, Li Nanheng chuckled until he heard Feng Ling turn around and go busy again: "Are you sure you have to take care of me so well every day? It's okay for a day or two. I don't know how long it will take to raise it. I don't think it's better to ask an aunt to help you, the kind that is fixed in the morning and evening working hours every day."

Feng Ling didn't answer, she had already gone to the bathroom to get something else.

After I finished my work, I seemed to have time to answer his words: "No need for the time being. Based on the amount of medicine you take every day and the rehabilitation exercises you need to do every day, I see that you will be able to get better in less than half a year. Your physical strength has recovered a lot. The rest is that all aspects of your body need to be restored. It's not that you are bedridden, so there is no need to hire an aunt."

Li Nanheng turned his head slightly as he looked for her: "What are you doing?"

"You eat some fruit first. Although the family has invited someone to clean up, I'm afraid it's still unclean. After all, everyone knows that you have a cleanliness obsession." Feng Ling said in a normal tone: "I'll disinfect the bathroom and help you put the bath water later."

"I don't have so many cleanliness obsessions." Li Nanheng sighed, because he really couldn't see it. He just heard that Feng Ling had never been idle after coming back all day.

He raised his hand and waved to her: "Come here."

Feng Ling didn't understand why, so he walked over: "What's wrong?"

“Close to the point.”

“…”

Feng Ling took another step forward until his legs. Just as he was about to ask him what he was going to do, suddenly the man raised his hand and grabbed her wrist accurately. Because she was not prepared, she pulled her lightly and staggered forward. She subconsciously was afraid of hurting him, so she quickly raised her hand and supported her back on the back of the sofa behind him. In the end, it turned out that half of her body was almost pressed on him. Her hands were virtually lifting the back of the sofa behind him, and her head was lowered and her lips almost hit the bridge of his straight nose.

The man took advantage of the situation and leaned on the back of the sofa casually, raised his head slightly with an expression of enjoyment as if he was "banged by the sofa", and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Feng Ling lowered his head and stared at him at close range: "I should be asking you what you are going to do."

The man chuckled: "I'll ask you to come and sit down and rest for a while. What are you doing with you pressing me?"

"..." Feng Ling looked at him speechlessly, but he couldn't see his eyes through the layer of gauze in front of him, so he had to retreat without saying anything.

As a result, the waist suddenly tightened. The man probably put all the strength he could accumulate in his body on the arm and tied her tightly. This time, even though Feng Ling was aware of it, he was still pressing it down with some great force. This time, Feng Ling was lowering his head, and his nose almost hit his collarbone. She quickly tilted her head slightly, and her lips directly rubbed across the man's carotid artery, and she could feel the obvious arterial frequency under his warm skin.

Li Nanheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Feng Ling was about to break away from the action he wanted to get up because of his sudden light kiss. She didn't move, but just whispered: "I'm pressing your wound, won't it hurt?"

"It's already healed, and it's better to raise it. You're not heavy, it doesn't hurt at all." The man said and hugged her tightly: "I said I was asking you to take care of me, but I just wanted to be alone with you. I don't need to be busy like this. I just can't see my eyes, and I'm not paralyzed in bed. There are many things that don't need to be so comprehensive, huh?"

Feng Ling was silent for a while before he let out a low "um" sound. She didn't dare to speak again, because as soon as she spoke, she would rub her lips through his carotid artery. The real frequency of beating made her heart tighten, and she could feel his vitality all the time, and she felt that he was alive in front of her like this.

"Sit down and rest for a while, and I can take a shower myself."

"I'll talk about it later." Feng Ling said softly again, and then couldn't stand the movement of pressing against his neck like this. He quickly pushed him away and gently pushed him away.

Li Nanheng did not force her to hold her, but when she got up, her hand seemed to accidentally brush her ears and touched the temperature on her ears that was slightly hotter than usual.

He turned his head in the direction of her. Feng Ling coughed and ran into the bathroom to disinfect. At this moment, he simply closed the bathroom door so that he would not hear the sound of her washing the bathtub inside.

In fact, Li Nanheng is not suitable for bathing now. Feng Ling has been weighing for a long time. Even though the bathtub and other things are disinfected very clean, he finally just took a simple shower and came out. Because the bathroom is too hot, it is not good for the recovery of his body and wounds. Especially although the wound has healed, it is only a thin layer of new skin on the surface, and it cannot be soaked in hot baths for too long.

Li Nanheng's current physical strength is much better than the days he had just returned to Los Angeles, but he also fixed his sleep time and biological clock in the hospital every day. So at less than 9:30 p.m., he was taken into the bedroom by Feng Ling. Feng Ling made the soft quilts on the bed smoother, helped him sit down, and lay down.

Even though Li Nanheng wanted to ask her to rest early, Feng Ling said to wait a while because she had not taken a shower and changed clothes. When she went out to drink a glass of water and came back, the man had already taken medicine after taking a shower, and the medicinal properties made him fall asleep slightly.

Feng Ling closed the door lightly and refused to wake him up.

...

The next day, Li Nanheng was awakened by a "dang" sound, which was not surprising, but at least he knew where he was even during sleep. He knew that he was in Feng Ling's apartment.

As a result, this kind of movement came early in the morning.

The man opened his eyes and was still dark, but after he made herbal ice for his eyes before going to bed last night, his eyes were not covered with gauze. He tried to find the direction in the darkness, lifted the quilt out of the bed, and fumbled in the space in the bedroom for a long time, but after turning around, his legs hit a single sofa very close to the front of the bedroom door.

The sound of hitting him was not loud, and his body did not fall down.

Feng Ling heard the movement outside, and threw down the chicken that had been killed by him, quickly walked back, and pushed open the door and saw Li Nanheng raising his hand to grop in the air.
Chapter completed!