The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 17: It’s not hot anymore, let’s eat it

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She wanted to change the man's sheets into clean sheets, but she couldn't hold him in her arms, and there were too many bedsores on his body. A Chou didn't dare to move, so she didn't change the sheets for him at the moment, but just held him. A clean new quilt covered the man's body. While looking at the oily pillow, she went back to get her own crimson pillow, took out the pillow under the man's face, and put the soft pink pillow again. It was stuffed in.

The soft pink pillow seemed so out of place for the tall and thick man. A Chou looked awkward and embarrassed, and then whispered to the man: "You can rest on your pillow first, and I will remove and wash the pillow for you." I’ll put it on for you again.”

Achou sat on the edge of the bed, thought for a while, and then tore the sheet she just brought in into eight pieces. She folded the eight cotton pieces, then took out one piece and folded it Diagonally, and then spread it under the man, treating it as a diaper.

After putting it down, she straightened up. When she faced the man again, she felt a little embarrassed. Even though he was still lying there silently, A Chou felt that he must be feeling particularly uncomfortable. At that moment, A Chou She tucked him in and whispered: "It's okay. Who can live a life without illness or disaster? You are sick now. It's not a problem. When you get better in the future, we won't have to do this."

After talking to himself for a long time, A Chou didn't feel very depressed. After working for such a long time, A Chou felt hungry. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he was so busy that he went to the kitchen and filled out two bowls. After the hot porridge arrived, she left the kitchen. She turned back and dug around in the kitchen for a long time before finally finding a spoon. She washed the spoon and then carried the porridge and pickles into the dormitory.

"Let's have porridge and pickles for breakfast," A Chou put down the tray and took out a hair tie from his arms to tie Zhong Mingwei's messy hair back. He said with some embarrassment, "There are only pickles in the kitchen. Wait. I'll go out to buy groceries. What do you want to eat?"

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, his Adam's apple moved. He smelled the aroma of porridge, and his stomach growled. How long had it been since he felt hungry like this? He was forced to live in such humiliation amidst the banter and ridicule of others, being forced to eat all kinds of unbearable food from his mouth all day long, whether it was cold or hot, good or bad.

When the hunger strike failed, he thought about biting his tongue, but every time he put his tongue between his teeth, he couldn't be cruel. He was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to die in such humiliation. He was unwilling to die in such humiliation. Those despicable and vicious people are stepping on his bones to rule the world...

A Chou had good ears, so she naturally heard the "gurgling" sound coming from his stomach. She was very happy, thinking that Zhong Mingwei was interacting with her, and she was so busy that she scooped out a bowl. The porridge on the spoon was blown cold and then brought to Zhong Mingwei's mouth: "It's not hot anymore, eat it quickly!"

The warm and fragrant porridge was right in front of him. Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the spoonful of thick white porridge in front of him, and then opened his mouth impatiently. A Chou was simply flattered and so busy. After feeding the spoonful of white porridge into the man's mouth, he hurriedly dug out another spoonful and sent it to him. Zhong Mingwei's mouth was opened wide, and his eyes were staring at the spoon in Achou's hand, like a chick waiting to be fed. bird.