Chapter 10 She Can't Die
women envied and hated her.But, she was beginning to feel uneasy.It's probably the feeling of being too light that makes the fall hurt more.Fu Mo Han clasped her fingers, his long legs striding towar...Shao Chen.
Fu Mo'han's black eyes narrowed slightly, like a frozen wasteland.
She married him, but her heart yearned for another man's name. This woman is truly not an ordinary kind of person!
His gaze toward Lin Jinran was filled with disdain and coldness.
Fu Mo let out a cold snort, glanced at the maid who was still standing beside him, and said coldly, "Go and rest."
"But, Miss Lin..." Tiantian was a little worried. With no one watching over Lin Jinran at night, what if she woke up
She can't die.
Fu Mo Han suddenly turned around, strode out of the bedroom without looking back.
Tiantian glanced at Lin Jinran who was still sound asleep in bed, did not turn off the bedside lamp, and left the room.
Fu Mo Han walked into the guest room. He didn't feel sleepy at all right now, so he strode towards the balcony, taking out a lighter from his pocket and fiddling with it in his hand.
The black lighter, with its streamlined design, is simple yet stylish.
He doesn't smoke, the reason he keeps a lighter is because it was given to him by Ruochu.
It's not expensive, but it comes from the heart.
Fu Mo'han played with the lighter in his hand, gradually falling into deep thought.
In the bedroom, Lin Jinran woke up slowly. She was hungry and thirsty, tired and weak.
The taste of Chinese medicine was still lingering in her mouth. In a day's time, she seemed to have only drunk those Chinese medicines, nothing else.
She must find some water to drink first, or she will die of thirst!
Lin Jin stretched with all his might, propping up his frail body. He looked toward the nightstand by the bed. Besides the glowing lamp, there was nothing else.
She turned toward the tea table not far away, and after seeing the teapot on top, she licked her dry lips.
He lifted the covers and got out of bed, his steps unsteady as he walked towards the tea table. The distance of ten or so steps left him gasping for breath.
Her slender fingers reached for the teapot, her clear eyes gleaming with longing.
But soon the light in her eyes dimmed, and the water jug in her hand felt unnaturally light, clearly empty.
Lin Jinran licked his dry lips in dissatisfaction, then helplessly put down the water jug.
Maybe go downstairs to the kitchen and see if there's any water there.
Thinking this way, Lin Jinran tried his best to prop himself up. He leaned against the wall as much as he could, holding onto anything he could find—a railing, a handrail, anything.
She walked downstairs with light, almost floating steps, and arrived in the kitchen.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Lin Jinran smelled the sweet aroma of rice porridge and his shriveled stomach reacted immediately.
She then stepped toward the counter, following the moonlight filtering through the large glass windows. Her sensitive nose quickly detected the location of the rice porridge.
Lin Jinyan eagerly opened the clay pot, and the porridge inside was still warm.
Who is this made for, so late at night
Is this for her
Lin Jinran shook her head. How could it be for her Fu Mochen wished she were dead, so how could he possibly have someone make congee for her out of kindness
This must be for Fu Mo'han, she would definitely get angry if she ate it, but compared to Fu Mo'han's anger, it's better than actually starving to death.
After figuring it out, Lin Jinran no longer cared, grabbed a spoon and ate with gusto. When he got tired of standing, Lin Jinran simply hugged the pot and sat on the ground to eat.
Until a cold voice rang out, "Who's in the kitchen"
Then, with a "click," the kitchen lights flickered to life.
In a black bathrobe, his hair slightly damp, Fu Mo Han stood at the kitchen doorway, his dark eyes fixed on the inside of the kitchen.said nervously.What is Lin Jinran doingA sheltered young lady who never even touches a drop of Yangchun water, cooking in the kitchenAnd cooked fried rice, everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart!Fu Mo's eye...