Chapter 162
Lennon gradually adapted to the dazzling sunlight, and his face softened in the halo, with tenderness between his eyebrows. He lightly curved his lips, forming a smile, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. “Okay.”
Mariela leaned in, her sweet floral scent lingering around Lennon’s nose.
Thinking that Mariela was going to hug or kiss him, Lennon felt a sweet sensation in his heart, his eyes filled with a smile, prepared to be kissed, with a faint anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
This was the first time Marie took the initiative to kiss him.
However, the next second, the head of the bed slowly rose.
“I adjusted the hospital bed for you, so that you could lean on it while eating.”
Lennon heard these words and felt a little disappointed in his heart, but also found it somewhat amusing.
He was just like a teenager going through puberty, with his heart filled with youthful infatuation.
Mariela propped up a small table board and placed it on the sickbed. She laid a layer of tissue on the small table board and then placed a thermos
on top.
She opened the insulated container, and on the top layer were stir–fried bok choy and boiled beef.
“The doctor said that during the hospitalization, you should avoid greasy food and have a light diet. I made you stir–fried bok choy with beef, a combination of meat and vegetables.”
Lennon’s eyes were gentle as he silently gazed at Mariela’s face.
These days, this face repeatedly appeared in his dreams.
When Lennon woke up, the first person he saw was her. He felt so happy that it seemed unreal.
When he came to his senses, the small table was already filled.
Bok choy, beef, fragrant white rice, and a bowl of soup.
“Why do so much?” Lennon smiled softly, “What kind of soup is this?”
“Yam and old mother chicken soup.”
Mariela picked up the chicken soup and scooped a spoonful of it with a small spoon. She blew on it and handed it to Lennon, saying, “Try it.” Lennon smiled and lowered his gaze, but suddenly his smile froze.
“What happened to your hand?”
Mariela had a blister on her right index finger.
Mariela wanted to hide, but it was too late. She had no choice but to tell the truth, “I accidentally burned myself in the kitchen just now. It’s nothing, just a blister.”
Lennon’s eyes turned red, “Does it hurt?”
Mariela shook her head, “It didn’t hurt.”
Lennon drank the chicken soup and gently held Mariela’s wrist, bowing his head to softly blow on her injured area.
Lennon blew a few times and looked up at Mariela, his eyes filled with tenderness:“Lies, burns always hurt.”
Mariela’s
eyes welled up
with redness.“It didn’t really hurt, compared to the injuries you suffered, this is nothing.”
