"My own person is right here, do I really need my wife to take care of the IV drip while eating by myself?
Am I a dead man or something?
Lu Jing's eyes flickered, wanting to refuse but he didn't have a chance to speak.
In the end, he had no choice but to be fed bite by bite.
Well, there's no point making a fuss about it, as long as my stomach is full.
As for her, if she wants to feed me, then let her feed, anyway, I'm not lifting a finger.
Fortunately, the hospital room was a private one, with no distractions from others, and the two of them enjoyed their comfort.
About ten minutes later, Lu Jing was done eating, and he waved his right hand:
"I'm done, hand me a piece of paper."
Jiang Ye was quite enthusiastic about feeding him, but now that he was stopped, she felt quite disappointed.
"Have a bit more?" she coaxed.
Lu Jing instantly rolled his eyes:
"I can't eat anymore."
Spoonful after spoonful, his stomach was already stuffed round.
That'll do.
