Chapter 801 Personally Cooked Chicken Porridge

Lan Xiao curled her lips depressedly.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Don't you want to be with me? If you don't want to, just say so. I'll leave right away and won't bother you anymore."

"No, don't go..." Wen Muchu's hoarse voice came slowly from the bathroom.

He said, don't let her go, but in the end he couldn't hide.

Humph, men are all big hooves.

Before Lan Xiao had put on her shoes, there was a crash and the bathroom door opened.

She looked sideways and was stunned.

Wen Muchu was wearing a bath towel, with steam and water droplets all over his body, and he rushed to her like a bolt of lightning.

His hot palm grabbed her wrist and asked in a deep voice: "Don't go..."

Lan Xiao's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Although he took a cold bath, his body was still so hot.

The big palm holding her wrist was like a fire.

…

Lan Xiao slept for a long time and slept until the next morning.

A ray of sunlight passed through the gap in the window and shone on her eyelids.

She stretched out her hand to block the sunlight, and after a while of adapting, she gradually came to her senses.

She took the neat and clean clothes that had been placed on the bedside table and put them on.

While washing her face, she caught a glimpse of the image in the mirror.

Her delicate and beautiful little face couldn't help but blush slightly.

Lan Xiao blushed, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and just opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

Then she heard the sound of the door opening. Her expression condensed slightly and she looked towards the door.

But he saw Wen Muchu walking in carrying an exquisite thermos pot.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Wen Muchu saw her at the door and quickly put the thermos on the bedside table. He anxiously stepped over and hugged her sideways.

Lan Xiao was startled by his sudden movement.

She quickly reached out and hugged his neck.

Wen Muchu hugged her and put her on the bed again...then pulled the quilt and covered her tightly.

After covering it, he looked Lan Xiao up and down again.

Then, he raised his hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes.

Lan Xiao was confused by his series of actions, and she looked at him with doubts in her eyes.

What is this guy doing? Are you treating her as a serious patient?

She didn't have a cold, so why did she wrap her up tightly?

Lan Xiao frowned and pulled away the quilt reluctantly.

"Why did you wrap me so tightly? I'm hot..."

Wen Muchu coughed awkwardly in a low voice.

"Nothing, are you hungry? You didn't eat yesterday afternoon, so you must be hungry. I just went to the kitchen myself and cooked some chicken porridge for you. Please drink it quickly."

Wen Muchu said and opened the thermos.

Lan Xiao looked over and asked incredulously: "You cooked the chicken porridge yourself? Can you cook?"

To be honest, since she met Wen Muchu, she really didn't know that Wen Muchu could cook.

What kind of chicken porridge is he cooking? Is it drinkable?

There was a hint of hesitation on Lan Xiao's face.

"Can this...be eaten?"

Wen Muchu, who had a smile on his lips, immediately darkened when he heard her words.

He turned and glared at Lan Xiao.

"The poison won't kill you..."

Lan Xiao looked at his ugly face and realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She quickly hugged Wen Muchu's arm and said with a flattering smile: "I'm just kidding, look at you, you are so stingy, are you taking it seriously?"

"You think I'm just a kid trying to trick you?" Wen Muchu snorted coldly.

Lan Xiao smiled and shook his head: "No way, I'm really joking. Hurry up and serve me the chicken porridge you made. I'm starving to death... I'm so hungry that my chest touches my back and my stomach feels uncomfortable. ”

Wen Muchu raised his hand angrily and pinched her nose.

I didn't bother with her too much. After all, she hadn't eaten anything all night and a half.