Chapter 2023 Easy to Satisfy

When Feng Sufei was weak these days, it was Nanrong Huaian who took care of her without rest.

He was watching her when she was sleeping.

At this moment, she could clearly see the tired bloodshot in Nanrong Huaian's eyes.

Feng Sufei patted the head of the bed, "Huai'an, come and sit with me, I don't want to eat anything right now."

She just wanted to talk to Nanrong Huaian now.

Nanrong Huai'an sat beside the bed and hugged Feng Sufei in her arms distressedly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

When he said this, Nanrong Huaian's tone was full of heartache.

Nanrong Huai'an didn't dare to exert any force on her arms, so she could only gently wrap around Feng Sufei.

In his opinion, now Feng Sufei is like a fragile doll, so he doesn't know what to do with her?

He could only treat her more gently.

No one knew how torment Nanrong Huaian had been during these three days.

His heart was not relaxed for a moment, and he didn't dare to close his eyes. He was really afraid of losing Feng Sufei.

When he was in the Nanrong family, Feng Sufei slept for so long, and his feelings were very light at that time.

Maybe the feelings weren't heavy enough at that time.

But now, his feelings for Feng Sufei have exceeded his imagination. Seeing her sick and uncomfortable, his heart aches.

Feng Sufei leaned against Nanrong Huai'an's arms and closed her eyes for a while.

She obviously had a lot to say to Nanrong Huai'an, but she didn't have much energy to say it at this time.

She takes a break.

Smelling the elegant and refreshing breath of Nanrong Huaian, Feng Sufei felt very comfortable.

She's weird, that's how the soul feels.

She felt that in her soul, the deepest part of her heart seemed to depend on the breath of Nanrong Huaian.

In the past three days, her body was very refreshing, and it was all the body that Nanrong Huaian wiped for her.

She was embarrassed at first, but Nanrong Huaian insisted.

After a while, Feng Sufei gained some strength, and she said, "Huai'an, you are so kind to me."

"Fool, what an easy-to-satisfy fool, isn't that what I should take care of you?"

After a pause, Nanrong Huai'an sighed and said, "Besides, I feel sorry for you like this, Su Fei, get well soon!"

In the past few days, his heart was aching.

With that said, Nanrong Huaian lowered his head and kissed Feng Sufei's forehead.

Feng Sufei nodded, "I also tried my best to get better."

Sick, she is not well.

She felt that even after she came out of the imperial mausoleum, the blood on her body seemed to be surging rapidly all over her body.

She had a feeling that her whole body was about to explode, as if some force was about to burst out, but her body couldn't bear it, so the disease broke out.

But these three days of hanging bottles and taking medicine, she feels better.

It's just that Nanrong Huai'an has worked hard and has never rested.

Feng Sufei had a thousand words to say to Nanrong Huai'an, but in the end it was just one sentence, "Huai'an, I love you."

This is Feng Sufei's first serious confession to Nanrong Huai'an.

Nanrong Huaian listened to these words, his whole body trembled suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and the top of his heart was touched violently.

Nanrong Huai'an took a deep breath and calmed down the turbulent emotions after a long while. He lowered his head and kissed Feng Sufei's forehead lovingly, "Fool, I love you too."

Love, how much love, only his heart knows.

No amount of words can describe it.

In fact, this illness brought Feng Sufei and Nanrong Huaian closer to each other's hearts.

Since Feng Sufei was able to go to the ground, Feng Sufei has worked hard to practice the kung fu that her mother Nong Ruolan taught her when she was a child.