Chapter 1256

No wonder An Ziqi always likes to eat desserts, it turns out it has this effect.

He pursed his lips and smiled, finished eating, and sent the tableware downstairs.

As soon as I walked to the kitchen door, I heard voices coming from inside.

"You brought the dessert just now, did Miss Xia say nothing?" came the voice of a servant.

"No, I think Miss Xia's reaction seems to be pretty good." Another servant replied.

"That's good. Mr. Yun specifically told you to put less sugar in the mousse before. I'm afraid Miss Xia won't like it."

Xia Xing was stunned on the spot. She didn't like to eat particularly sweet things. Does he still remember?

"How come, Mr. Yun even gave me a copy..."

The two servants came out of the kitchen while talking. Before they finished speaking, they happened to see her and stammered, "Miss Xia, you...why are you here?"

Xia Xing shook her head, handed the tableware in her hand, turned and went upstairs.

Looking at the light inside through the gap in the study, she couldn't explain the complicated feelings in her heart.

While torturing her, he remembered everything about her and cared about her.

What does Yuntian mean?

He stood there for a long time, then turned around and went back to his room.

When going to bed at night, Xia Xingxing lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, the words he heard the servant say before constantly echoing in his mind.

In the silent night, all sounds seemed to be infinitely amplified.

In the study room next door, a chair was moved on the floor, and then there was the sound of footsteps, the door opening, and the footsteps continued to move in the direction of her room.

Xia Xing's heart tightened, and she closed her eyes in a hurry, and her two hands clenched the sheets underneath her tightly.

However, the footsteps sounded for a while, then suddenly stopped and disappeared.

There was no movement for a long time.

Somehow, Xia Xia Xing got up from the bed, walked to the door barefoot, raised his hand, wanted to open the door, hesitated, but finally pulled it back.

Outside the door, Yuntian stood at the door, looking at the door quietly, his hand staying in the air for a long time.

Inside and outside the room, there was a door between the two of them, but it seemed like they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The next day, Yuntian could not tolerate her refusal and personally accompanied Xia Xing to the hospital.

In the quiet ward, she was lying on the bed receiving an infusion, and he was sitting by the window reading documents.

Xia Xing turned his head and looked over. The sunlight shined through the glass on his sharp features, like a faint halo around his face. His long eyelashes made a small circle under his eyes. Fan-like shadow.

Clean and good-looking, just like the sunny young man when we first met.

As if feeling her gaze, Yun Tian raised his eyes and looked over calmly.

Xia Xing quickly retracted her gaze, her cheeks burned, and she turned her head to look down at her hand that was holding a needle for infusion.

There was the sound of footsteps, and a pair of shoes appeared in her lowered eyes.

The cold fingertips touched the place where the needle was inserted in her hand.

Xia Xing's hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Xing shook his head.

Yun Tian frowned, still can't speak? What do these doctors do for a living?

"say."

Xia Xingxing bit her lip and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Hearing her voice, Yun Tian's frown relaxed.

In the next few days, Xia Xing went to the hospital for infusions continuously, and the meals at home were mainly light.

Every night the maid would bring her various desserts.

It uses very little sugar and is sweet but not greasy.