Yan Xinxin watched him walk slowly towards her, but she couldn't help but touch the spot on her left arm.
She remembered that when she woke up the next day, this spot felt a little sore, and he told her it might have been hurt by Mu Qianshui the previous day.
She didn't care at the time.
But now, for some reason, she just felt strange.
"You said you were hungry earlier, so I made some pasta for you."
Mo Chuxi said as he walked over to the bed.
"I've kept it warm for you, it's still very hot. I'll feed you."
As he spoke, he sat down on the edge of the bed, twirling a few strands of pasta with a fork and bringing it to Yan Xinxin's mouth.
Yan Xinxin glanced at him, slowly shifting her gaze away.
"I'm not hungry. I lied about being hungry. I don't have a stomachache either."
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Because Chuxi has become so strange. I want to leave here. I want to call my family, hoping they can come and take you away for treatment!"
