Shen Zhouyi didn't say anything. He cut the apple into pieces, scalded it with warm water, and then put it to Song Rongyan's mouth with a fork.

Song Rongyan's originally beautiful features were covered with a layer of guilt.

The pale lips moved.

She opened her mouth and took a bite, then raised her hand to hook Shen Zhouyi's sleeve.

"Zhouzhou..."

"Huh?" Shen Zhouyi continued to scald the apple for her, and his usually gentle face still said lightly: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Rongyan felt as if there was a knife hanging on his neck at this moment, and his head and body were about to be separated at any time. The knife was called Wenwen Knife.

Although she is usually used to being arrogant.

But he was also extremely afraid of Shen Zhouyi's state.

Shen Zhouyi's emergency response to irritating people for a long time is to be shameless and coquettish.

"It hurts, please breathe for me."

Shen Zhouyi lightly raised his eyelashes and looked at her: "Whose?"

Song Rong's face froze, and the flattering smile on his lips disappeared.

"Accident……"

"Who is the accident?"

"..."
Chapter completed!