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The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (111)

Lance was both angry and sweet. He picked him up and carried him to the kitchen.

"I'm not sick, you're just delirious from the fever and misheard me. I'm fine."

"Don't even think about taking care of me. You're the patient. Let me take care of you."

"Are you hungry? I made some food, want to eat some first?"

Did I hear that right?

Song Ning was a little puzzled, her mind still a bit foggy, and she tried to confirm it again.

"But I think I heard you say something about you being sick. I can't believe I heard you right, can I?"

A steaming bowl of white porridge was pushed in front of him.

The doubts in her mind were instantly driven to the back of her mind by the rich aroma of rice. Song Ning stared intently at the rice porridge in front of her, her eyes wide open, as if she were still dreaming.

"Am I running a fever again? Otherwise, why do I seem to see rice porridge?"

It's been so many years since the apocalypse, a lot of land has been abandoned, and rice is hard to grow. He hasn't seen rice much for at least ten years.

Moreover, rice has long been a luxury item, like tobacco and alcohol, and he hasn't eaten rice for many years, so he must still be sick.

"I must be delirious from the fever; I must still be dreaming."

"This dream is really nice. I would love to keep having it if I could."

As Song Ning spoke, she leaned back and slowly closed her eyes as if preparing to 'enter sleep' again.

“I changed this on purpose. Even the doctor said that your body is in a condition where drinking some rice porridge would be better for you.”

Lance had no idea that the rice porridge he had painstakingly obtained would give Song Ning such a misconception. The helplessness that Lance had accumulated over the past day and night had reached its limit.

He steadily pulled the person back into his arms, his arms holding them protectively in his embrace.

With her other free hand, she picked up the spoon from the side of the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of white rice porridge, and patiently blew on it.

Song Ning, who was being held like a child, sat on his left leg, staring blankly at the scene.

From his current perspective, he could see not only Lance's messy hair, but also the wrinkles in Lance's clothes. He could also clearly see that Lance showed no impatience towards him, and even the action of blowing on the rice porridge to cool it down was filled with a kind of patience that seemed to be full of divinity.

This was the first time Song Ning had seen Lance like this.

He thought he was dreaming, but now his heart was pounding like a drum, his blood was surging and pounding in his veins, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he seemed to be in a kind of dizziness, but also had an electric shock-like feeling.

"So Lance likes me that much," he thought to himself.

Also, Lance is so handsome for taking care of people like that.

Song Ning seemed to suddenly understand why he had fallen in love with Lance. From their first meeting, perhaps he had enjoyed the feeling of being under Lance's protection, which was why he had grown to love being with Lance more and more over time.

"Open your mouth and eat a little, it's not hot anymore."

A deep, sexy voice gently coaxed her in her ear, and Song Ning subconsciously opened her mouth. A spoonful of rich, fragrant white rice porridge was brought in, the temperature just right and the taste sweet and sticky.

It feels like it's been a long time since I've felt this way, Song Ning thought.

He ate slowly and carefully, sitting on Lance's lap waiting to be fed, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Like a little bird that has been placed in its nest and is waiting obediently for its parents to come home and feed it, every time Lance brought a spoon over, it would open its mouth obediently like a good little bird and eat the food.

Lance's expression relaxed considerably. He gently wiped away a bit of rice porridge from Song Ning's lips with his fingertip, then casually put it into his mouth, praising her softly.

"Ningning is so good, she did a great job."

Did you do it well?

Song Ning was so flattered that he felt like he didn't know where to put his toes, but he still didn't struggle and didn't want to leave this warm yet unfamiliar embrace.

So this is what it feels like to have someone to comfort and care for you, he couldn't help but think.

What about all those days he lived before?

The thought flashed through my mind for only a fraction of a second before being washed away by the pink bubbles that were overflowing all over my body.

He obediently reached out a hand to tug at Lance's clothes, and gently leaned his head against Lance's shoulder.

"I'm sick, so it's only right that I'm taken care of, right?"

His voice was light and airy, as if he were still dreaming, or like the voice of a child who had never been loved before, who was now being loved and pampered for the first time and was feeling insecure.

Lance lovingly stroked his slightly cold cheeks and gently kissed his forehead without any desire.

"Yes, our Ningning is sick, so she needs to be taken care of. This is what I should do, and it's also what Ningning should do."

"So I'm actually very well-behaved and obedient, right?"

Song Ning asked him for confirmation again, but her voice was even softer than before.

Lance finally realized that something was wrong with his condition, and a hint of anger rose in his heart. What had his Ningning faced in the past?

His voice was even softer, "Yes, Ningning is very well-behaved, a good and obedient child."

Upon hearing the words "good child," Song Ning's face broke into a satisfied smile.

“I knew it. I’m actually a good kid. I’ve always been a good kid.”

So people will love him because he is well-behaved, and he is a good child who deserves to be loved.

After a brief conversation, Song Ning quickly leaned her head against Lance's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Lance noticed that he had fallen asleep, put down the spoon in his hand, and picked him up tenderly.

What had Ningning encountered before?

And all these injuries, does it mean that his Ningning suffered a lot in the past?

Was he too late in Ningning's life?

If he had appeared a little earlier, would Ningning be more confident, more dependent on him, and able to act coquettishly towards him in a more natural way?

These thoughts flashed through his mind for only a moment before Lance suppressed them.

He will naturally find out about the past in due time.

But right now, the most important thing is to help Ningning rely on him more naturally, and then work together to get better so we can start a new and happy life together.

He gently placed the person on the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed gazing into the distance.

Suddenly, a strange blue arc flickered in his vision.

Lance subconsciously looked around, but the blue arc seemed to appear suddenly and then disappear just as suddenly.

If he weren't so confident in his memory, he might even doubt that this Blue Arc had ever existed.