Ji Nuan was unable to conceal the redness in her eyes: “Isn’t it all because you startled me? Otherwise, I probably would have stayed dumb for much longer..”

There was no need for her to say more. Her words were sufficient for Mo Jingshen to feel as though his world had shifted on its axis; he was immensely moved.

The man gripped her shoulders tightly, staring into her eyes. “Who am I?”

Ji Nuan returned his gaze and after a long moment, she finally answered: “Mo Jingshen.”

The words sounded heavy as they left her lips, and even somewhat distant. But the way she stubbornly refused to lower her head revealed that she had truly returned to herself.

“I’ll go serve some porridge for you. I’ve never seen you fall ill before. I almost lost my soul from fright when you collapsed on the ground unmoving,” Ji Nuan pushed him aside as she spoke.

However, he did not step back. Instead, in this moment, the man who was typically mild-tempered and composed, was smiling as though he could no longer hold his emotions back. He moved to hold her, but Ji Nuan’s eyes were sharp and she quickly pressed her hands against his chest: “Eh? Let me go bring you a bowl of porridge first..”

The man ignored her movements and directly tugged her hands down to hold them firmly. He then brought her into his embrace. Ji Nuan could not push him away no matter what, and could only hit against his shoulders weakly. The man’s low, husky voice rang by her ear: “Your head doesn’t hurt anymore?”

Ji Nuan faltered and shook her head. “It became better a few days ago. I think I was regaining my awareness in my sleep. I was able to think clearly in my dreams and my thoughts weren’t as indistinct. I also received that critical shock from you.. otherwise, I really think I would be able to stay silly for a few more days.”

“The doctor said you can’t handle any shocks right now, or it may affect your emotions. If I had known that shocking you would be effective, I would have laid down on the floor much earlier.” The man rubbed her head gently as he asked: “You were frightened last night?”

“What do you think? A grown man suddenly collapsed onto the ground. Even if I was being myself, I would have been startled. Much less, in that condition..,” Ji Nuan jabbed his waist as she spoke. “Can you let me go to the kitchen to bring the porridge out? If it boils any longer, it’ll become soup.”

“I’ll drink it even if it’s soup. There’s no need to rush.”

Ji Nuan: “..”

“But I haven’t had anything all day. I also want to eat, and I don’t want soup.”

Mo Jingshen gently caressed the back of her head as though to confirm that her injury was really better now. He lowered his head to watch her. Although the woman was saying all sorts of cold words, her earlobe had already turned bright red. Even her smooth, white neck was dyed pink.

When the man finally released her, Ji Nuan quickly backed away from him. She rubbed her cheeks and ears unnaturally, as though to conceal her blush. She then turned to rush into the kitchen.

The porridge had been boiling for quite some time, but not to the extent that it would become soup. After all, the grains found on this island were unlike the ones that were used back home. The texture was tougher, but after being cooked, it would become fragrant, sweet and soft. The taste was quite good. As Mo Jingshen had nursed a high fever all night, porridge would be much easier for him to digest right now.

Ji Nuan wasn’t sure if she had really recovered fully, but at the very least, she no longer felt as dazed. Although her head still hurt whenever she thought too deeply or felt exhausted, those symptoms would likely go away with time. Last night, she had sat by the windows in a daze and forced herself to recall her memories. She pieced the disordered memories together one by one, and after they were finally organised, she gradually began to understand the things she was previously confused about and was able to recall even more things.

For the time being, there shouldn’t be much discomfort so long as she paid attention not to exert her mind too much.

That she was able to recover so quickly was likely because of Mo Jingshen’s meticulous care and company, and because of the medicine Doctor Qin’s friends had developed.

She was immensely lucky to have kept her life. Right now, Ji Nuan’s mind was free of complex thoughts. She found that returning from death more than once really left one with a unique feeling.

She was about to leave the kitchen with the bowl of porridge when she turned to see Mo Jingshen leaning against the kitchen door with his arms crossed. His black eyes were as silent as the sea as he watched her.

Ji Nuan walked past him and was about to place the porridge down onto the table for him. However, a second later, the man reached out and held her from behind. At the same time, he took the spoon from the bowl she was holding and lifted it.

Before Ji Nuan could comprehend his actions, she turned her head back to see that the man was tasting her food.

It seemed like it was quite some time since he had her cooking. Even though it was just a simple porridge, Ji Nuan subconsciously watched his expression carefully. “How does it taste? I added a bit of salt, minced vegetables and minced meat. After all, you need to replenish your strength after a fever. It won’t do if it’s just plain porridge.”

The man drank a mouthful and did not say anything. He indicated for her to turn around.

Ji Nuan turned obediently and allowed him to continue tasting it.

The two stood by the kitchen door just like this. After three bites, the man watched her expressionlessly. “You didn’t taste it for yourself?”

“I prepared it in a rush and kept it cooking in the rice cooker. I didn’t have the opportunity to taste it,” Ji Nuan eyed the bowl in her hands as she spoke. She was about to pick up his spoon for a taste when the man took it and continued eating.

Ji Nuan: “..” She assumed he did not want her using his spoon and only glanced an eye at him without saying anything.

However, just as Ji Nuan was about to place the bowl down, he bent down and leaned close to her. Ji Nuan was startled by how close he was. “What are you doing?”

The man smiled lightly and moved to kiss her.

Ji Nuan finally sensed that he was planning to feed her this way.

Even though she had caught his intentions, the man suddenly paused when he was right by her lips.

Following which, Ji Nuan heard the man swallowing.

And so, what exactly was he trying to do?

Ji Nuan stared at him strangely.

Watching this little woman’s confused expression, Mo Jingshen sighed with a smile. “Forget it. I just had a fever last night. If I feed you like this, I might pass it to you.”

Ji Nuan: “..You had a fever because of gastritis, not because of a cold virus. Who says I’ll be infected?”