Xia Weiyi's mouth was a bit large, and after a second of stunned silence, her eyelids drooped.
He knew everything——
Ye Che smiled lightly, carrying Xia Weiyi to the bedside, took a pillow to back against the headboard to make her sitting comfortably, then picked up a spoon, stirred the hot porridge, and fed Xia Weiyi a mouthful at a time.
In the middle of it, he carefully picked out the bones from the fish slices and only after ensuring they would not prick the lips, fed them to Xia Weiyi.
Xia Weiyi had a good appetite, finishing a large bowl of porridge herself, then ate an apple, before lying down again.
Ye Che sat on the bed, letting her head rest on his thigh; his hand circled her shoulder, occasionally tenderly touching her belly.
Xia Weiyi noticed that Ye Che's expression seemed a bit unusual, as if he was sulking silently.
She felt a pang of unease and turned over to lie on the bed, looking up at Ye Che's taut handsome face, and asked, "Ye Che, are you unhappy?"
