Feng Ling curled his lips and said deliberately: "The food tastes too bad, just like Master's. I don't like it!"

After saying that, she picked up the bowl and ran out quickly.

Zhui Feng and Xiao Zichen looked at each other and smiled at the same time, neither of them shouted the wind chime.

In the evening, Xiao Zichen's medicinal bath ended. His legs felt better than in the morning and he could basically go upstairs.

This made Feng Ling happy. She thought to herself that Xiaomu's physical condition was pretty good. A dip in the medicinal bath would basically restore her ability to walk.

She was looking at Xiao Zichen, and Xiao Zichen also noticed her.

But neither child spoke.

Xiao Zichen returned to the room and did not close the door. He was leaving the door open for Feng Chime. If she had anything to say to him, she would definitely come over.

Xiao Zichen thought so.

Indeed, during dinner, Feng Chime really entered Xiao Zichen's room. But she didn't say anything, she just looked at Xiao Zichen's face quietly.

It is undeniable that she is silly and sweet, and her eyesight is very good. Xiao Zichen's face becomes more and more beautiful as he looks at it. And just like Xiu'er said, this child will definitely be very good-looking when he grows up.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling thought of her own face. She got up, got into the bathroom and started to look at her little face.

Will she look good when she grows up? Will anyone like a face like hers?

In fact, the iceberg-faced wind chime is not very good at hiding emotions. All her moods are written on her face. Xiao Zichen guessed what she cared about when he saw her holding her face.

So after she came out, Xiao Zichen said coldly, "Your face will be beautiful when you grow up."

Feng Chime was startled, as if she had been struck by lightning, and stood there blankly. Three seconds later, a faint blush appeared on her face, she bit her lip and turned away from Xiao Zichen.

"Huh, I know, you don't need to remind me about this!"

Xiao Zichen laughed softly, Senior Sister Xiu'er was right, Feng Ling was indeed a little guy with a straight face.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I'm ridiculous? Tell you, I heard it. I heard it all!" Feng Ling pouted. Although his face was full of displeasure, he didn't look really angry.

Xiao Zichen looked at him deeply, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't think you are ridiculous."

"Um."

"You're cute!"

Xiao Zichen rarely praised other children, and Feng Chime got the most praise from him. Even Lu Xiaoxiao didn't get much praise from him.

"I know I'm cute, you don't need to explain." Feng Ling raised the corners of his mouth, obviously very happy, but deliberately gave a cold face.

"I'm going to bed." Xiao Zichen looked at the time and patted his bed, indicating that he was tired.

Feng Chime looked at him, then at the door behind him, and hesitated.

She didn't want to go back to the room, didn't want to sleep alone, and didn't want to think about the wind chime.

"Why don't you go back?" Xiao Zichen looked at her.

She bit her lip, took off her shoes, jumped directly onto Xiao Zichen's bed, pulled back the quilt, occupied half of it, and said deliberately: "I like it. You can't control it!"

"Hmm." Xiao Zichen curled his lips and did not chase the little girl away.

Feeling that the person next to her was also lying down, Feng Ling's mood became very strange. Her eyes were hot and her breathing was much heavier. But she didn't want to admit it.

The wind blew over again and again, suddenly opening the window, blowing the curtains, and shaking the wind chime.
Chapter completed!