"Although this arm isn't entirely disabled, it's a major surgery... Do you know how to make porridge?"
Ye Zhan's gentle and focused eyes were like a deep vortex, drawing people in irresistibly.
Momo nodded and said softly, "I do, but making porridge takes quite a bit of time. You haven't even had lunch yet. Let me get you something ready-made first to tide you over."
The color in Ye Zhan's eyes darkened slightly.
He lowered his gaze to hide his emotions and his voice suddenly turned indifferent, "If you don't want to, forget it."
Momo felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Looking at the fading expression between his brows, she patiently and gently explained, "It's not that I don't want to, but you need to eat something first. You've lost quite a bit of blood. I'll go to the mall and buy some groceries to cook at home for you later."
"Ziyi dislikes me very much."
Ye Zhan reminded her in a muffled voice.
He looked at the needle in his hand on the back of his hand.
