Chapter 25: The Sickbed Seduction (Part 2)

  I continued to gaze at him gently: "How come, Xiao Qiao, you don't believe what I said?"

  He remained silent and kept looking at me.

  I had waited for half a day without getting any response, and I was just about to withdraw the hand that I had just stretched out when my wrist was suddenly grasped by another icy hand.

  "Ah?" I jumped in fright, staring blankly at the hand that Qiao Cheng had grasped tightly.

  "A Yao." Qiao Jing softly spoke up.

  "Your your your...... hand hand hand......" I originally just wanted to casually shake hands with him and let go.

  "I knew it," he seemed to have no intention of letting go immediately, and instead showed me a more gentle, radiant and natural smile, "A Yao likes me."

  "Huh? What kind of logic is this? I don't have..."

  He quickly lowered his head and crossed his hands, holding mine in a tight grip against his forehead, choking with sobs: "It's true that Ah Yao still dislikes me..."

  I saw him with a broken glass heart again, I was so scared that I quickly waved my hand: "No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't dislike you, I like you, I really like you, but what I said is just the liking between friends, don't misunderstand..."

  He looked up at me with a puzzled expression, interrupting me: "What I just said was also the kind of liking between friends, where did Yaoyao go?"

  So, am I thinking too much again?

  I weakly covered my face with my other hand: "I want to go to the center of the Pacific Ocean."

  He ignored my sarcastic remark: "You haven't eaten anything for almost two days, you must be starving now? If you don't eat something soon, even if you fall asleep, you might wake up from hunger."

  I thought for a moment and said: "It seems I'm still not hungry, maybe it's because I haven't gone to the bathroom all this time, so the popcorn in my stomach hasn't been digested yet."

  He fell silent for a moment: "Forget it, this question can't be asked of you when you're ill. I'll go help you cook some congee first; maybe once you smell the aroma of the congee, you'll immediately feel hungry."

  I doubted and said: "Can a big man like you cook porridge?"

  He smiled and looked at me: "This kind of thing. Don't think that others won't be able to just because A Yao can't."

  I choked: "How did you know I wouldn't cook congee?"

  "A long time ago, Xiao Yu told me that A Yao said you can only do two things in the kitchen: one is to make desserts, and the other is to burn down the kitchen."

  I dryly laughed: "It's not that serious, I just can't really tell the difference between oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar."

  "I actually thought that if Ah Yao is so good at making desserts, he must be even better at cooking. I was thinking about when I could try his dishes, but...” Cheng Qiao let go of my hand and stood up, looking at me with curved eyebrows. "But for some reason, whenever I think of Ah Yao clumsily holding a spatula and not knowing what to do, I find it strangely cute. Luckily, my cooking skills are not bad. It's just right that we complement each other. Alright, I'm going out now. If you can't sleep, change your clothes quickly and come out."

  It wasn't until he said that, that I realized I was still wearing my pajamas while talking to him. I was shocked and looked down, then let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, yesterday I had grabbed a thicker version of my pajamas, which were completely opaque.

  When he looked up again, Qiao had already left.

  I fell back onto the bed, and I helplessly found that after the emotional turmoil just now, my eyes couldn't open again. Anyway, cooking congee isn't something that can be done in an instant, so I'll just sleep some more.

  As a result, I was really woken up by hunger this time.

  After getting out of bed with a rumbling stomach, I locked the door first, then pulled up the curtains and changed my clothes. After brushing my teeth, I went to the living room. I felt a warm and fragrant air coming towards me, mixed with a faint scent. If my nose wasn't still stuffy, this smell would have already made my mouth water.

  "Xiao Qiao... Xiao Qiao... I'm so hungry... I want to drink congee... drink congee..." I lay on the glass door of the kitchen with my hair disheveled, speaking in a low and mournful tone.

  Qiao turned around, and the sand pot on the gas stove immediately appeared in my line of sight, with a thick white mist rising continuously from the top of the lid.

  "Ah, I've slept for a while and woke up, how come your porridge is still not ready?" I sadly looked at the pale blue flame under the pot. "The patient you're taking care of is almost starving to death."

  Qiao Chong smiled and said: "I was waiting for you to wake up, so I kept the fire small. A Yao, go sit in the dining hall first. I'll bring the porridge over right away."

  I let out a excited cheer and immediately ran to the dining hall, sat down properly, waiting for the delicious food to be served.

  "Alright, alright, freshly cooked loving chicken porridge." Cheng Qiao used a towel to carry the entire pot out and put it on the table. Then she went back into the kitchen and brought out two sets of utensils. "A Yao, don't move the lid, I'll do it."

  I obediently withdrew my hand and nodded.

  He had just opened the lid with a cloth, and a wave of hot air with a sweet scent suddenly rushed towards my face. I sniffed hard at the blocked nose, drooling three feet away from the white misty chicken porridge: "So fragrant, so fragrant, my tongue is going to be swallowed..."

  "No, no, let's wrap it up first. This porridge is still very hot, I'll help you cool it down." Cheng Qiao used two bowls to scoop half a bowl of porridge each and stirred them left and right with the spoons in the bowls.

  I covered my face in agony.

  "What's wrong? Is Yao still in a lot of pain?" Cheng Qiao's concerned voice came over.

  I suddenly lifted my head and said pitifully, "It's terrible, really terrible. The delicious food is right in front of me but I couldn't eat it, for a weak patient like me, this is simply as cruel as lingchi."

  He burst out laughing: "So it seems I'm really guilty of a deep crime."

  I nodded desperately, and when my gaze fell on a place, the action suddenly stopped. Cheng Qiao's appearance today... seemed to have changed a bit.

  My eyes widened involuntarily, I slowly leaned in a bit, staring intently at his chest: "Xiao Qiao, didn't you lose a few buttons on your shirt?"

  He stopped stirring the porridge, raised one hand to casually flip his collar, and a large patch of dazzling spring light suddenly burst out from his chest: "The button hasn't fallen off."

  I let out a cry and hastily covered my eyes: "It's all over, I've seen something I shouldn't have, now I'll be haunted by needle eyes."

  "It's too hot in the kitchen, I couldn't help but unbutton to catch a breath. If Ah Yao hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot about it. Sorry for being rude." Qiao said with a smile and naturally buttoned up again.

  Through the open fingers, I watched that piece of white skin gradually disappear into Cheng Qiao's white shirt again. My heart felt a pang of regret and annoyance, and I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "It's really... if only I hadn't spoken up."

  "Alright, the porridge should be at a suitable temperature for you to drink now." Qiao Cheng poured the two bowls of porridge together and moved them in front of me, "Weak patient, please have some."

  Looking at the bowl of crystal-clear light yellow porridge, I couldn't wait to scoop half a spoon into my mouth. Then, while being scalded and having smoke coming out of my head, I stirred the porridge in my mouth with my tongue, but fortunately, my tongue wasn't scalded numb, which didn't affect my taste buds.

  "In that case, Ah Yao's nose won't be stuffy for a short while." Cheng Qiao smiled slyly at my intense reaction.

  I finally swallowed the porridge in the high temperature, and instantly a spicy refreshing feeling rushed from my toes to the top of my head, and my nose was no longer stuffy. I looked at Cheng Qiao with admiration: "So that's how it is, indeed the right temperature for me. I thought you were trying to scald my tongue numb, so even if your porridge tasted bad, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

  He glanced at me and said with a hint of grievance: "Does Ah Yao not trust my craftsmanship or does he not trust my character?"

  I smiled slyly and stirred the porridge in the bowl: "Didn't you say this was chicken thread porridge? How come I can't even see half a strand of chicken?"

  "It's already been cooked." He ladled another bowl of porridge and continued to stir it with a spoon at a moderate pace.

  I let out a cry of amazement at Jingqiao's craftsmanship and stopped talking nonsense, starting to wolf down the food.

  So I was in charge of drinking porridge, Cheng Qiao was in charge of helping me cool the porridge, and after I finished drinking four whole bowls of porridge -

  "Wow, I feel refreshed from head to toe. The feeling of being full and content is so blissful, it's like being reborn. I put down my spoon with satisfaction."

  Qiao nodded and pointed at my mouth: "A Yao, there's a grain of porridge stuck on your lips."

  "Really?" I rubbed my chin with my hand, "Where..."

  I didn't finish speaking, when Cheng Qiao suddenly stretched out a finger and touched it to my lips, then... put it into his own mouth.

  He actually put his finger with rice grains brought from me into his own mouth!

  I stared at him with my eyes wide open and my tongue tied, unable to react for a long time.

  Qiao Jing innocently winked at me. As if suddenly realizing what he was doing, he withdrew his finger in surprise and said: "Ah, how did I directly put it in my mouth? It must be because I haven't eaten for too long, so I accidentally made a conditioned reflex."

  I noticed the emphasis: "Too long? Xiao Qiao, how long hasn't eaten?"

  He thought for a moment: "From last night until now, I just remembered that my stomach hurts."

  "What? Are you starving to the point of stomach pain?" I exclaimed, instantly throwing off the spiritual shock he had just given me. "Why didn't you say so earlier, what were you doing just now, only helping me cool down my porridge without eating any yourself? You're really not taking care of your own body!"

  I quickly helped him with a bowl of porridge in front of him, and I urged him: "Drink it quickly, drink it quickly. If you get gastritis, it's terrible, it's hard to recover."

  He suddenly became weak, holding the spoon in his hand shaking non-stop, and a spoonful of porridge was shaken to only one-fifth left. He slowly put down the spoon, propping up his head with a lack of energy, looking at me and saying: "It's no good, I've been hungry for too long, now my hands are soft."

  Seeing his somewhat unappetizing complexion, I immediately sympathetically picked up the bowl: "Then let me feed you."

  "Ah——" He opened his mouth very obediently.

  I don't know why, but seeing Cheng Qiao's pitiful appearance, my hands suddenly started shaking too.

  It wasn't easy to finish feeding Cheng Qiao this bowl of porridge, I continued to use a large iron spoon to scoop the porridge out of the pot, and when I scooped the last spoonful, I felt that I had fished out something that shouldn't be in the porridge.

  "This thing..." I gazed at the small ladle lying across the large iron spoon with a subtle expression, "Xiao Qiao, aren't you afraid of accidentally dropping something into the porridge?"

  Qiao weakly smiled: "This is what I intentionally put, I heard that when cooking porridge, putting a small ladle at the bottom of the pot and cooking it with the porridge can prevent the porridge from sticking to the bottom."

  I let out a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is, I don't have to worry about getting diarrhea then."

  Just as I was about to continue feeding Cheng Qiao, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped my head with force. His strength caused my hand to tremble, and a full spoonful of porridge gloriously spilled all over him.

  "I was stunned: 'Big brother, why did you hit me on the head so hard for no reason?'"

  He said weakly: "I saw a mosquito on you and was afraid it would suck your blood, so I wanted to swat it away."

  "How is it possible? Our family has never had such a strange creature before."

  "Oh, okay, I guess I was wrong."

  "Whatever." Not wanting to pursue his actions further, I pointed at the large, eye-catching light yellow stain on his shirt. "The point is, what do we do now? Your clothes are all dirty."

  He thought for a moment, then reached out and unbuttoned the buttons one by one, gradually revealing snow-white skin along the lines.

  I had a bad premonition, just as I was about to stop him from doing something, he suddenly flipped his shirt open and... took it off directly!

  My nose and mouth almost spat out a mouthful of blood, I was so scared that I jumped up and shouted at him: "Big brother, what are you doing?! Be more restrained, okay?!"

  "A Yao didn't ask me what to do?" Cheng Qiao put the shirt on the table, her bare upper body gleaming white as she tilted her head at me with a smile that was both innocent and pure. "Can't you just wash it and dry it in the sun?"

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