Didn't Leave the Room for Three Days!

Before long, Dai Chengfeng returned carrying a tray.

Several delicate breakfast dishes were arranged on it, and he had even specially warmed a pot of plain congee.

He walked to the bedside, but instead of setting the tray down, he sat directly on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of warm congee, and brought it to Qian Renxue's lips.

"Come on, open up."

Qian Renxue looked at his utterly attentive manner, her cheeks slightly red, and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

"I can do it myself..."

"Don't move."

With a flick of his wrist, Dai Chengfeng delivered the spoon precisely to her lips, his tone carrying an overbearing edge that allowed no refusal. "Do you still have the strength to feed yourself?"

Qian Renxue was left speechless. Thinking of how sore and weak her whole body was, and how even raising her hand was indeed difficult, she could only blush and drink the congee in small sips from his hand.

Dai Chengfeng watched her obediently drink the congee, the smile in his eyes deepening. In the gaps between feeding her, however, his free hand began to misbehave.

His fingertips seemed to brush, there and not there, across the smooth shoulder exposed outside the silk quilt, then slowly slid down along the graceful line of her clavicle, slipped beneath the quilt, and gently rubbed her sensitive waist side.

"Mmph..."

Qian Renxue trembled, nearly choking on the congee, and shot him an annoyed glare. "You... feed me properly!"

Dai Chengfeng acted as if he had heard nothing. His fingertips did not stop; instead, he went even further, lightly pinching the soft flesh at her waist, his tone innocent yet perfectly self-righteous.

"I am feeding you properly. My other hand was free anyway."

Qian Renxue was so angry at