Chapter 823 823. Kiss, Rare Warmth

Wen He was not in the mood to talk to him about this at this time, so he said to him, "You should take a rest first, and I will help you make something to eat."

Huo Chen said nothing, sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Wen He went into the kitchen and, under the guidance of his aunt, made a delicious pot of casserole porridge.

She took it upstairs and put it on the coffee table. She saw that Huo Chen still had his eyes closed and had no intention of eating.

Gritting her teeth, she picked up the spoon, took a full spoonful, brought it to his lips, and threatened, "Open your mouth, or I'll drink it down for you."

Huo Chen opened his eyes, glanced at her, and said indifferently, "Go back, I'm fine."

What a fart!

Wen He didn't take back his hand and said stubbornly, "I'll leave if you eat it."

Huo Chen looked at her, pursed his lips, like a child fussing over food.

In the end, he lost to Wen He's insistent eyes, opened his thin lips, and took a mouthful of porridge.

Wen He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the second bite.

In this way, the two fed and ate each other, and they seemed to cooperate tacitly. The two bowls of porridge were quickly destroyed.

"Can you go now?"

Hearing his words, Wen He's eyebrows were filled with anger and he glared at him fiercely.

"You don't want to see me that much? Forget it, I'll just leave. Who cares!"

Huo Chen looked at her angry back, raised a wry smile on his lips, and slowly fell down on the sofa.

He just didn't want her to see him in bad shape.

Wen He said harshly, and in his heart he thought about never caring about this bastard again.

But the next day, she still came unsatisfied. Looking at the food in her hands, she was very disappointed with herself.

This time Huo Chen didn't refuse and ate it silently.

Wen He tidied up and left wisely.

It's been this pattern for several days.

until……

Wen He came to the small foreign building again that day, but found no trace of Huo Chen in the living room or study.

After asking her aunt, she ran to the balcony of the bedroom and saw the man sitting on the marble railing with a bottle of wine in his hand. She was so angry that she quickly walked over and snatched away the bottle of wine. Throw it to the ground hard!

Bang!

Broken bottles and liquor were scattered all over the floor.

Before Wen He got angry, Huo Chen glanced at her.

"I'm not drunk."

He only drank half the bottle.

Wen He glanced at him and saw that his eyes were clear. He was slightly relieved and followed his example and sat down.

A gust of night wind blew by, causing her to sneeze and subconsciously hugged her arms tightly.

Suddenly, an arm hugged her and hugged her into a warm and thick embrace.

Wen He was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but snuggle closer.

"Huo Chen."

"Um?"

"Are you happy that I'm back alive?" She had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

"Happy."

Wen He smiled and looked at him with bright eyes.

"You know, I can now understand how you felt back then, the feeling that you had to survive no matter how hard it was in order to see that person alive."

Hearing this, Huo Chen's eyes darkened and his smile became forced.

Lu Chaoyang was as important to Huo Chen's heart as Huo Chen was to her.

Huo Chen couldn't force Lu Chaoyang, and neither could she.

Huo Chen looked down at her face and clearly caught the fleeting darkness in her eyes.

A trace of pity filled his heart. He lowered his head and gently touched her lips with his thin lips. He didn't go deep into her lips, only caressing them slightly.