Before Xi Ye could express his opinion, Gu Cong brought over a cup of warm water that had not been boiled for a long time: "Here."

Insatiable.

Although he really wanted to say that, Xi Ye reached out his hand to someone's overly cheerful smiling face, took it, and slowly moistened his lips.

"Just drink this little?" Looking at the glass that had hardly changed, Gu Cong remembered the feeding last night, and subconsciously said, "Why don't you pour the water into my hand..."

The sharp eyes flew straight over.

"I washed it before pouring you water, it's clean." Unconvinced, Gu Cong shook his left hand, just as he was about to continue persuading him, he suddenly caught sight of the young man's moist red lips from the corner of his eye, and suddenly he calmed down as if his throat had been pinched.

But the other party raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why didn't you say it?"

Gu Cong: He just remembered another way of feeding water that is commonly used in film and television dramas.

"Anyway, have you been to the hospital?" Changing the subject bluntly, Gu Cong quickly looked away and looked out the window, as if a winged alien had just passed there, "I read online that the treatment of anorexia requires medical assistance, but you never seem to go out."

Prescription drugs, there should be no way to order takeaway casually.

"I've seen, I'm taking medicine, it's useless." Knowing that he would ask the other party if he didn't answer, Xi Ye said concisely, "The curtains are closed, I'm going to sleep."

Gu Cong: "It's twelve o'clock, you have to have lunch first."

With slender arms and thin legs, Xi Ye's body is really too weak. The opponent, who is about 1.8 meters tall, tried to block the door, but he couldn't push it, and couldn't get around it.

Completely ignoring the death ray emitted from the young man's dark phoenix eyes, Gu Cong carefully controlled his strength, and pushed him onto the chair by the dining table.

"I bought ready-made muffins, bread and rice balls, just heat them up in the microwave." Gu Cong let go after making sure the other party had no intention of running away, "Wait."

1101: "I think he will roll over."

After all, Gu Cong's cooking skills in these two worlds are not very good.

Sure enough, the calculation of the database did not make a mistake in this matter. Gu Cong, who directly put the bread into the microwave oven, successfully harvested two pieces of hard and dry bricks, and only the rice balls could barely be seen.

"I have no choice." Shrugging, Gu Cong didn't have any depressed expression on his face. He pulled out the chair and sat next to Xi Ye. "I looked at the ingredients list. There are radish and sesame seaweed in this rice ball, a little bit of oil and beef cubes. If there is anything you can't eat, just spit it out."

Carefully wiped his right hand with a newly bought alcohol tissue, he twisted the rice ball: "Ah."

The gentle tone and gentle movements seemed to be coaxing a child.

Or coax the cat.

To be honest, after synchronizing with the new body, Xi Ye almost completely lost the appetite of a normal person, but Gu Cong's seriousness made him very useful, even if he was not hungry, he was willing to open his mouth to cooperate with the other party.

The rice wrapped in shredded seaweed is very glutinous, hot, but not too hot to the mouth. The beef and radish are clearly grained. When you bite it open, you can taste the salty fragrance for a long time.

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