"Enough. My stomach doesn't hurt that much anymore. And I can't eat anything too greasy or spicy these days anyway, so I'll have congee with you."
At the hospital earlier, Su Qiao had asked the doctor to prescribe her some medicine. She had also given herself a few acupuncture injections, finally easing her menstrual cramps.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore? Why don't you lie down? I can massage you."
Ding Jihan really didn't want her to work so hard. She had been busy all night, and she happened to be on her period too.
"You should get some sleep. I'm going to make congee."
When Su Qiao carried the congee in, Ding Jihan looked aggrieved. "Qiaoqiao, honey, do you not love me anymore? Have you fallen for some other man?"
Su Qiao handed him the bowl of congee, which had already cooled slightly.
Ding Jihan looked utterly unwilling and refused to take it. Helpless, Su Qiao could only feed him.
Although the congee had barely any flavor, Ding Jihan somehow tasted a sweet, fragrant deliciousness in it and ate with great relish.
From that meal onward, Ding Jihan began acting like a sickly invalid. He demanded to be fed at every meal and refused to eat otherwise. He even turned around and insisted on feeding Su Qiao.
Sometimes, Su Qiao really wanted to smash the bowl straight into his face.
He had been lazing in bed for four or five days already, refusing to get up and move around. Just when Su Qiao was about to lose her temper...
He suddenly snatched the bowl away, pulled her toward him, and rolled over, pinning her beneath him on the bed.
"What are you doing? Get off me."
"No."
"You've already forgiven me, so why won't you sleep with me?"
"I've