1145: I Like You (1)

I Like You (1)

Annie was dumbstruck and unable to reply him.1

Chris looked at her seriously and asked, "Tell me, do you like him?"

"I…" Annie's eyes darted about nervously, her hands balled up into fists.

Chris was about to take her away but the door to the room opened, and the doctor came out excitedly, not expecting to see them. He said quickly, "Your Highness, the patient is awake!"

Startled, Annie then pushed the doctor away and went into the room.

Sure enough, Ye Sijue, who had been unconscious, was sitting at the head of the bed. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at her.

Their eyes met.

Although he was awake, he seemed like he couldn't see clearly and his face was very red.

"Xiaomeng…" he called her in a hoarse voice.

Annie walked over to the bed. Looking at him worriedly, she asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Behind her, the doctor said, "Although the patient is awake, the fever has not subsided yet."

The doctor thought it was a medical miracle. The fever hadn't subsided yet but the patient had woken up anyway.

Ye Sijue lifted his hand, looking like he was trying to grab Annie.

Seeing his hand, Annie's eyes reddened and she instinctively walked over to hold his hand.

Ye Sijue grasped her hand tightly.

Annie reached out and touched his face. His face was still hot. No wonder it was so red.

Chris walked in. With an enigmatic expression, he glanced at the doctor and said. "Is his condition improving now that he's awake? Is there any other way to help reduce his fever?"

The doctor thought about it for a moment and said, "Eating would help him. When he gains energy he'll be able to recover faster."

Chris turned to the helper and instructed them to prepare food.

Annie thought of something, and she called a helper, saying, "Make him porridge! Something like a simple lean meat porridge will do."

"Porridge?" Chris was puzzled, but realizing that it was probably a Chinese custom, he told the helpers to prepare it.

"Oh yeah, bring the soup to tide him over for now."

The helper went down. It didn't take long for her to bring up the bowl of soup. It was the soup that Annie had eaten downstairs.

Annie took the bowl and sat on the bed to feed Ye Sijue.

Chris glanced at her, but he didn't make any comments.

Ye Sijue had never let anyone feed him ever since he was young. But seeing that it was Annie, he didn't refuse. Like a docile dog, he allowed Annie to feed him.

"After eating he should take some antipyretic and cool down. The fever should subside soon afterwards."

Ye Sijue finished eating the soup.

Just as Annie put down the bowl, Chris grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me for a while." Chris's expression was not gentle but a little severe. "I need to talk to you.'

"But…" Annie looked at Ye Sijue.

Annie hesitated. When Chris pulled her up, Ye Sijue grabbed her other arm.

He held her forcefully, as if he were afraid that she would leave.

"I also have something to say to you." Ye Sijue's voice was hoarse.

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