Not sure what he was thinking, but a pair of small white hands were wrapped so thickly in bandages by him that they could hardly bend.
After being bandaged, Qiao Mo moved a little and frowned, giving Fu Nancheng a somewhat disdainful look.
Clearly, the hospital did a decent job last time, so why did it turn into a bundle of rice dumplings now?
"Time to eat." Fu Nancheng calmly accepted her disdain, set up a low table on the bed, and laid out the dishes one by one.
Qiao Mo didn't refuse, considering she hadn't eaten properly since yesterday and was quite hungry.
But as soon as she picked up the chopsticks, before she could hold them steady, they slipped from her hand and scattered on the table.
She instinctively glanced at him; he showed no expression, silently picking up the chopsticks for her and placing them in her hand.
