Ever since this man woke up, he had been acting like he was reaching for the heavens. Ou Lan reminded herself to adapt, since after all, he did fall from a dozen floors up just to save her. Even if he acted like a god, she had to put up with it.
Yes, spoil him, love him, adore him, lift him to the skies!
With that mindset, Ou Lan automatically ignored the man's displeased expression, walked over with a beaming smile, and opened the food container, "Here, I bought you some millet porridge. Smell it, it's so fragrant."
Zhan Moxiao thoroughly enjoyed his little wife's efforts to please him, feeling as if he had fallen into a pit of sugar. Fearing she would notice his wound had reopened and feel sorry for him, he quietly pulled up the blanket to cover the bloodstains.
Although he felt incredibly close to his little wife, he still kept a stern face. In the world of "acting," Master Xiao had to do it to the extreme.
