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Chapter 515 Talking about you, or talking about soup

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    Her smile was more playful than usual, and more like the emotion of a teenage girl than before.

    Huo Yanhuai stood beside her and looked carefully. There was always a touch of tenderness hidden in his icy eyes that were always like a dream, and he was only for her.

    The people behind him are still in shock.

    It seemed that Bai Xiahe would agree so happily.

    "What, you don't want it?"

    Huo Yanhuai's face darkened slightly. God knows how uncomfortable the presence of those pills made him feel.

    If it weren¡¯t for this group of people

    That¡¯s all, he can¡¯t beat his wife, so what else can he do?

    Looking at the slightly pale face under the curtain, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

    "Yes, yes!"

    So, Yingfeng led everyone to get the pills that had been prepared.

    Bai Xiahe returned to the room where she and Huo Yanhuai originally lived.

    "You should have a good rest."

    Huo Yanhuai squatted beside the bed, carefully removed her shoes and socks, gently supported her to lie on the bed, and tucked the corner of the quilt.

    Bai Xiahe yawned, obviously very tired.

    "Yan Huai, over there with the snake"

    Huo Yanhuai stretched out his index finger and gently placed it on her soft lips, and softly let out a 'shhh'.

    His thick and warm palms covered her eyes, and what sounded in her ears was the man's clear but extremely gentle voice.

    "I'm here, don't worry."

    After a while, Bai Xiahe fell into a deep sleep.

    The sound of even and calm breathing loomed in his ears. Huo Yanhuai slowly moved his palm away and looked at the peaceful sleeping face with deep eyes.

    This sleep lasted for six hours.

    When she woke up, it was already dark.

    "Are you not asleep yet?"

    Bai Xiahe just opened his eyes and saw Huo Yanhuai sitting upright next to him, holding something in his hand and looking at it carefully.

    Huo Yanhuai heard the movement behind him, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

    "you're awake?"

    He stood up and brought over a bowl of chicken soup that was still slightly steaming on the table.

    "You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. Drink the soup."

    Bai Xiahe took it. The temperature of the soup was slightly hot but not hot, just right.

    The chicken is rich in flavor and the soup is salty and delicious.

    "Well, it tastes delicious, and it doesn't look like Fu'er's craftsmanship."

    Mainly Fuer¡¯s craftsmanship is not that good either.

    Bai Xiahe's eyes were full of water, and there was a cleverness hidden in his eyes, which was smart and playful.

    "Could it be you who did it?"

    Huo Yanhuai smiled slightly and took the soup bowl from Bai Xiahe without saying anything.

    "I'll feed you, but the bowl is too hot."

    He carefully blew the soup in the spoon to cool it down before carefully handing it to her mouth.

    "Slow down, don't choke."

    Since I can¡¯t suffer for her, I have to do something, even if it¡¯s something as trivial as making soup

    "Um."

    Just like that, one fed and the other drank obediently, and soon more than half of the bowl of soup went into Bai Xiahe's belly.

    My stomach feels warm, and so does my heart.

    "Have you had dinner?"

    Huo Yanhuai shook his head. At that time, he was worried that Bai Xiahe's body would be unable to bear it after draining half a bowl of blood, and he would not be able to think about eating.

    Bai Xiahe blinked: "Then I'll feed you."

    "No¡­¡­"

    Before Huo Yanhuai finished saying his words of rejection, the cute little face in front of him was already close to his eyes.

    The cool lips were covered with warmth, and the fragrant soup slid into his throat. It was sweeter than the best soup he had ever tasted in his life.

    "How is the taste?"

    The woman smiles beautifully and captivates the soul.

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