Addicted to My Cutie and Sweetie

Chapter 850: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Zhang Lingying finished speaking, yet Lu Jing remained motionless, merely staring at the food in front of him.

Zhang Lingying didn’t bother with him, placing a spoon into the bowl of well-cooked porridge, then putting it in front of him. She continued, "Drink the porridge first. Your stomach hasn’t had food for a long time, and suddenly having something too hard might make you uncomfortable. If the porridge tastes bland, you can have it with some side dishes. I consulted the doctor before making these dishes; you can eat them, but only in small amounts."

Zhang Lingying wasn’t sure if Lu Jing was listening to her, or if he was willing to eat at all.

Seeing Lu Jing reach out to pick up the spoon, she felt a sense of relief.

As long as he was willing to eat.

However, soon she noticed another problem. Lu Jing was eating, but he did it soullessly, mechanically following her instructions, spooning porridge into his mouth, bite by bite.

He even paired the porridge with vegetables, strictly adhering to her guidance, only tasting a little bit of each dish. Within a couple of minutes, he had almost finished the bowl of porridge.

"Eat slower, no one’s going to take it from you," Zhang Lingying pressed down on his hand, urgently reminding him.

If he ate so quickly, his stomach was likely to feel uncomfortable afterward.

Upon hearing her words, Lu Jing paused his eating, looking up at her blankly like a child, seemingly puzzled, as if wondering why she appeared upset despite him obediently following her instructions.

Lu Jing put down the spoon and looked at Zhang Lingying with an extremely obedient posture and gaze.

Zhang Lingying: "..."

How did he become sick and seem to regress in intelligence?

Looking foolish and dazed.

Zhang Lingying let out a gentle sigh, thinking to herself that as long as he finished eating, it was fine. She reached out to tidy up the meal boxes, packing them up before turning to place them on the table beside her.

As she turned around, a hand clasped her wrist.

Lu Jing’s voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint of low emotion, "Could you stay a little longer and keep me company?"

Even now, he still wondered if Zhang Lingying’s presence was real or a figment of his imagination.

However, in his heart, he knew that even if it were an illusion, he couldn’t bear for it to end.

"..."

Zhang Lingying hadn’t intended to leave. The assistant had told her that every time Lu Jing forced himself to finish eating, he would have a strong nausea and throw everything up.

She merely wanted to tidy up the meal boxes first to make it easier to observe his condition after eating.

But Lu Jing’s sudden action instantly reminded her of the first time she brought him food.

Back then, after finishing a meal, he had asked her if she could stay a bit longer too, and then... they ended up arguing.

"I’m not leaving, I’m just putting away the meal boxes."

Zhang Lingying suppressed her own emotions, gesturing for Lu Jing to let go first. She lifted her hand to place the meal boxes aside, then turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to draw back the curtains.

The VIP room was spacious, with good lighting and view.

A small table and two chairs were set on the balcony.

It was already dark outside the window, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, surrounded by a faint yellow glow.

A few inconspicuous stars twinkled alongside.

When Zhang Lingying saw the stars, her hand gripping the curtain paused slightly. Then, she turned to look at Lu Jing, "You’ve just eaten, lying down immediately isn’t good. How about I help you over here for a bit?"

Although she used a questioning tone, she didn’t actually seek Lu Jing’s opinion, but instead moved to lift the quilt, helping him out of bed.