Chapter 1145 I Like You (1)

Annelle was speechless by his question.

Chris looked at her seriously and asked seriously, "Tell me, do you like him?"

"I..." Annelle looked around nervously and clenched her hands.

Chris reached out to pull her away, but the door of the room opened and the doctor came out excitedly. He didn't expect to meet them, so he hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the patient is awake!"

Annelle was stunned and pushed the doctor away and hurried into the room.

Sure enough, Ye Sijue, who was unconscious just now, was leaning against the head of the bed. After hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked at her.

The two looked at each other.

Although he was awake, his eyes were hazy, as if he couldn't find the focus, and his face was also red.

"Xiao Meng..." He called her hoarsely.

Anil walked over to the bedside, looked at him worriedly and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The doctor said behind him, "Although the patient is awake, the fever has not subsided much."

This is also what the doctor found strange. The fever was not subsided, but the patient suddenly woke up by himself.

Ye Sijue raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab Anil.

Anil looked at his hand, her eyes reddened, and she subconsciously walked over and held his hand.

Ye Sijue held her tightly.

Anil reached out to touch his face, and it was still very hot. No wonder his face was so red.

Chris walked in and saw this scene. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. He just turned his eyes and looked at the doctor and said, "He is awake. Is it considered a recovery? Is there any other way to reduce his fever now?"

The doctor thought for a while and said, "You can eat first. When people have physical strength, their bodies will recover faster."

Chris turned around and told the servants to prepare food.

Anil thought of something and called the servant, "Cook porridge for him! Simple lean meat porridge will do."

"Porridge?" Chris was puzzled, but thought that this was probably a Chinese habit, so he asked the servant to go downstairs to prepare it.

"By the way, bring up the soup first, let him drink it to fill his stomach."

The servant went downstairs and soon brought up a bowl of soup, which was the soup that Anil and the others had just drunk.

Anil took the bowl naturally and sat on the edge of the bed to feed Ye Sijue.

Chris glanced at her but said nothing.

Ye Sijue had never been fed since he was a child, but he looked at Anil and did not refuse. Like a docile dog, he let Anil feed him.

The doctor stood between the three people and vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

He put his hand to his mouth, coughed and said, "After eating, take some antipyretics, plus physical cooling, it should go down."

But no one answered him, which made him feel more embarrassed, and he considered whether he should go out first.

Wait until this bowl of soup is finished.

As soon as Anil put down the bowl, Chris grabbed her wrist.

"Come out with me for a moment." Chris's expression was not gentle, but a little serious.

"But..." Anil looked at Ye Sijue.

"I have something to tell you." Chris gestured.

Anil hesitated, and when Chris pulled her up, her other hand was grabbed by Ye Sijue.

He pulled her hard, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

"I have something to tell you, too." Compared with Chris's elegant voice, Ye Sijue's voice was very hoarse, which made people feel distressed.