Waiting for Chu Ci to enter the independent bathroom in the ward, Yan Ting took back his gaze.

The eyes finally fell on the little spirit bird standing on a plant and playing on its own.

The black eyes narrowed. The little spirit bird was left behind to let Chu Ci not follow him all day long, but when I look at him again, I feel that this little spirit bird was a bit annoying.

Just such a small thing, has it been too long for Chu Ci to wander in front of her eyes?

Perhaps because he noticed Yan Ting's gaze, the little spirit bird chirped a few times, fluttered and hid himself a little tightly.

The little body that was fed to the point of being rounded into the soft and heavy curtains, leaving only the long tail feathers behind him, shaking and shaking, all over his head, looking stupid.

Yan Ting turned his gaze away faintly. The tingling pain in his stomach made him squint his eyes, and finally frowned. He fell asleep again in a dizzy and swelled up.

When he suddenly woke up due to his mental condition during this period, the sky was already getting brighter, and it was probably only one or two hours had passed.

There was no one else in the ward, only Chu Ci sat on the sofa. There were several lunch boxes on the coffee table in front of the sofa. One of them had been eaten, and the other side was rice porridge packed in a plastic box.

The little spirit bird that had originally hidden was also surrounded by her, and from time to time pecked at the bird food that was also scattered by her.

The little girl just shrank on the sofa and continued to fill her mouth with a satisfied feeling of filling her small bag. Perhaps she noticed his sight. The little girl bulged her cheeks and chewed hard while looking up at him.

She had washed her white and clean, and her black hair was tied neatly behind her head, and two or three were rubbing against her white and tender cheeks.

She was wearing a slightly neutral outfit, but she still looked particularly well-behaved and cute. She didn't feel much when she was a spiritual creature. At this moment, in the light slowly falling from the window, the little girl was shining white.

It is clean and refreshing, as if it has nothing to do with those ghosts, monsters, spiritual power, ghost energy, etc.

She swallowed the small bag in her mouth, took out an insulation bucket from the pile of bags next to her, and then took the insulation bucket, got up and walked to the head of the bed.

Yan Ting subconsciously wanted to sit up, but Chu Ci pressed him down again. Chu Ci sat on the accompanying chair at the head of the bed, his voice soft, "Don't move, lie down well, wait a moment and you'll have to finish the water."

Yan Ting's head was no longer as drowsy as before, his heavy body became much lighter, and his stomach was not so uncomfortable. Hearing Chu Ci's words, he was obedient and did not move, just staring at Chu Ci with black eyes.

The misty and irritable water vapor of yesterday had already faded away. His eyes had returned to a clear and calm state. He licked his back teeth with his tongue and glanced at the medicine bottle hanging on top of his head.

Then she smelled the aroma of rice porridge. Chu Ci had already opened the insulation bucket. He was steaming out of the insulation bucket. She put a bowl of millet porridge.

He took the spoon and blew it a few times before Chu Ci looked at him and brought the cooled millet porridge to his mouth, "Eat."
Chapter completed!