It was no wonder Lin Nuan felt weak all over. She hadn't eaten for two days, and she was famished.
"Do you want to eat something?" Li Muyang asked Lin Nuan.
Seeing the hesitation in Lin Nuan's eyes, Li Muyang said, "You should be very hungry after waking up. I've experienced it, so I know. I asked the servants to make you some porridge a few hours ago. It's being kept warm in the kitchen. Do you want some?"
Lin Nuan didn't reject Li Muyang's good intentions. She nodded. "Thank you …"
Lin Nuan didn't hide her wariness toward Li Muyang. She deliberately let him see her wariness toward him, hoping that he would keep his distance from her because of that.
But she was willing to believe that Li Muyang wouldn't do anything to her after telling Fu Huai 'an that she was here.
Right now, Lin Nuan had to fill her stomach so that she could speak after she had the strength …
Even if Li Muyang really had any ulterior motives, she would only have the strength to deal with him or even escape after she was full.
Li Muyang was meticulous. Lin Nuan hadn't eaten anything for two days, so he asked the servants to prepare fragrant millet and red date porridge, along with a few light side dishes and steamed dumplings …
Lin Nuan remembered that millet didn't exist in the US. Whether it was because Li Muyang was half-Chinese and thus had Chinese eating habits, or because he had deliberately asked someone to find it, Lin Nuan was very grateful.
The servants placed a dining table on the bed and helped Lin Nuan to lean against the headboard as she ate.
Seeing that Lin Nuan's hand was trembling slightly, Li Muyang sat by the bed and picked up the bowl of porridge. He took the spoon from Lin Nuan's hand and scooped a spoonful of porridge, sending it to Lin Nuan's mouth.
Li Muyang smiled gently. "You probably don't have any strength left. I'll feed you …"
Lin Nuan shook her head. "That's too much trouble for you! I can do it myself! "
Their eyes met, and Li Muyang gazed deeply into Lin Nuan's pure and clean black eyes.
He retracted his spoon and gently stirred the porridge in his hand. "Lin Nuan, you don't have to be so guarded against me. I do admire and like you, but it doesn't mean that I'll force you to do anything just because you're in my territory. Moreover … with my body, what can I force you to do? I don't know when I'll be gone. I'm just trying my best to take care of others, not to be taken care of by others! "
Li Muyang then brought the porridge spoon to Lin Nuan's mouth. There was a smile in the depths of his eyes, and it was as if there were countless stories and pasts hidden in them.
The sunlight shone on Li Muyang's pale fingers. If she didn't know about Li Muyang's life experiences, Lin Nuan would have believed that Li Muyang was pretending to be weak.
No matter how weak Li Muyang acted, the moment Lin Nuan recalled that Fu Huai 'an had told her that Li Muyang had once killed his own family, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Lin Nuan wasn't sure if Li Muyang really had a mental illness, and she was also afraid of angering him. She hesitated for a moment before gently taking a sip of the porridge that Li Muyang brought to her mouth. She revealed a smile and said to Li Muyang, "Thank you!"
After talking to Fu Huai 'an on the phone, Lin Nuan felt a lot calmer …
She didn't even know where she was now, and Fu Huai 'an wasn't by her side either. She didn't have the right to throw a tantrum and speak harshly to Li Muyang.
She could only pray that these ten hours would pass quickly and that Fu Huai 'an would be able to pick her up soon.
"How's the taste?" Li Muyang smiled. Perhaps it was because his face was too pale, but this smile on that devilishly handsome face seemed to have a hint of evilness.
In fact, when Lin Nuan first woke up, her entire mouth tasted bitter, as if she was chewing wax. Lin Nuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "My mouth is still bitter, and I can't taste anything."
Li Muyang was someone who had been sick for a long time. Lying clearly wouldn't fool him, and it would only make her appear timid.
Hearing Lin Nuan say this, the smile on Li Muyang's lips deepened. He nodded and set the porridge bowl aside, then called out to Victoria. He then smiled and said to Lin Nuan, "I have a problem with fainting. Every time I wake up, my mouth tastes bitter, and I can't taste anything …"
Victoria came in with a tray with a mouthwash cup and a spittoon on it.
Behind Victoria was a young lady in her early twenties. Her hair was tied up in a bun, just like Victoria's. She was dressed formally and holding a cup of soup in her hands.
"Rinse your mouth first …"
Li Muyang himself had a problem with fainting, so he knew what it felt like to wake up. He had prepared all this in advance, but he didn't bring it in advance. What was Li Muyang trying to test Lin Nuan on purpose?
Could it be that he was testing to see if Lin Nuan was afraid of him?
Lin Nuan was in an unfamiliar environment, and the danger signal in her brain had yet to be dispelled. Moreover, she was facing a man like Li Muyang. Her tense nerves made it hard for her to think through all the details.
The mouthwash was tea. After the bitter taste in her mouth was washed by the tea, there was indeed a lingering sweetness.
The young lady in her twenties raised her head and glanced at Lin Nuan, then lowered her head again. She held the tray and bent over to stand next to Li Muyang.
"Drink a few mouthfuls of soup …" Li Muyang remained seated by the bed. He personally took the soup cup, opened the lid, and scooped a spoonful of clear soup to Lin Nuan's mouth. "The temperature is just right for consumption."
The young lady in her twenties revealed a surprised expression. She had probably never thought that there would be a day when a man as lofty as Li Muyang would personally feed a woman soup!
Even Shi Hanmei, whom Li Muyang had once deeply loved, had never received such treatment!
Lin Nuan's hands, which were hidden under the blanket, were tightly clenched, and a thin layer of sweat broke out. She took a sip of the soup with the spoon that Li Muyang brought over. It tasted fragrant.
The man's pale face was handsome to the point of being devilishly handsome. He had a smile on his face, looking like an elegant vampire from the fifteenth century.
Lin Nuan's subtle movements of gently approaching the soup allowed the man to smell the delicate fragrance in Lin Nuan's hair. His gaze turned increasingly dark, and he brought the spoon to Lin Nuan's mouth again. This time, the spoon was further away from Lin Nuan. Li Muyang wanted Lin Nuan to take the initiative to approach him …
Lin Nuan wasn't a fool. It was impossible for her not to sense the man's movements. Her face turned pale, and she held it in and said seriously, "I'll do it myself …"
The man's deep eyes were bottomless. After a while, he put down the spoon and handed the soup cup to Lin Nuan, reminding her, "Be careful."
Li Muyang sat by the bed and watched with great interest as Lin Nuan finished the soup and millet porridge. He asked, "Do you want to lie on the bed, or do you want me to show you around?"
"I'll rest for a while and wait for my husband to pick me up!" Lin Nuan tried her best to smile at Li Muyang. "Thank you for your kind intentions!"
"Are you afraid of me?" Li Muyang asked with a smile.
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