A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1442 Deep Love, Warm Affection

Zhuang Shiyuan lay down for a long time before falling asleep. Mu Ning woke up in the middle of the night. For a sleepyhead who always slept through the night, this was the first time in history that he had woken up in the middle of the night.

Mu Ning clutched her stomach and tossed and turned in bed. She was so hungry, so very hungry—

I knew starvation could kill me, so why is it so unbearable? Drug withdrawal and all that, nothing compares to the agony of hunger!

Mu Ning stirred, and Zhuang Shiyuan woke up. He was a light sleeper, unlike Mu Ning. Zhuang Shiyuan turned slightly to the side. "What's wrong?"

Mu Ning was startled by the sound. She slowly turned to look at him, gently shaking her head. In the darkness, her expression was unclear, only her soft, fair face was vaguely visible.

"I...I'm fine." Mu Ning bit her lip and took a long time to respond softly.

At this moment, Zhuang Shiyuan had already turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. "Are you hungry?" he asked her.

Mu Ning rolled over and lay face down on the bed, whimpering, "I'm so hungry."

Zhuang Shiyuan sighed; he had guessed that this was the situation.

"Go eat something if you're hungry, okay? Don't let your stomach get upset, or you'll get sick from hunger, and you'll be the one suffering." Zhuang Shiyuan pushed Mu Xiaoniu's back; her fleshy back felt so comfortable to touch, and her skin felt amazing.

"Ning'er, speak, hmm?" Mu Ning lay still, and Zhuang Shiyuan nudged her again, "Baby, go get something to eat, or how about a can of milk? Milk helps you sleep, it's okay if you don't eat anything."

Mu Xiaoniu still didn't move, and Zhuang Shiyuan said helplessly, "Then shall I ask you to heat up some milk for me?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Ning turned her head sharply to look at him. He looked listless, but his eyes were incredibly bright. This reminded Zhuang Shiyuan of a wild wolf that hadn't tasted meat for three months; its body was already thin, but its eyes were gleaming.

"Hehe, let's go, I'll go with you, I'm hungry too." Zhuang Shiyuan chuckled.

He wasn't hungry. He stayed up so late because he didn't digest his food well and his stomach felt full. But drinking some milk should be fine.

Mu Xiaoniu got up after hearing his words, but still hesitated, "I'm waiting. What if I faint from hunger? If I faint, I won't feel anything anymore."

"Silly girl." Zhuang Shiyuan pinched her round face and moved towards the bedside. "Carry me downstairs. Do you still have the strength to carry me?"

"Then I'll carry you on my back." Mu Ning immediately spoke up, climbed off the bed, half-squatted in front of him, and carried Zhuang Shiyuan on her back.

She should be able to carry her, but she was so hungry and dizzy that it was dangerous. She didn't want to be scolded by the Third Madam again. Although the Third Madam was kind, she could be quite frightening when she got serious.

"The doctor said you should eat small, frequent meals, and it's a good thing that you feel hungry now." Mu Ning walked downstairs step by step.

"Hmm." Zhuang Shiyuan gently raised his hand to brush aside her loose black hair so as not to obscure her eyes.

Mu Ning carried the person into the dining room. "Sit down for a moment, I'll go heat up some milk, okay?"

"Yes." Zhuang Shiyuan nodded.

He knew she needed someone to keep her company.

"Do you want two cans or one?" Mu Ning ran out with a carton of milk and asked him. Two hundred and fifty milliliters is the amount in a regular carton, and five hundred milliliters is two cartons.

"One can is enough." Zhuang Shiyuan understood her question and how much she meant.

Mu Ning raised the clear cup in her hand, "There's only this much in one jar, are you sure?"

Zhuang Shiyuan nodded. "I know."

"Alright then." Mu Ning's voice was lowered as she turned and went into the kitchen. A whole can of milk? She might as well drink a bucket of boiled water first; a small can of milk meant nothing to her.

While heating the milk, Mu Ning poured herself a glass of water. Her water glass was extra-large, holding about 500-600 milliliters. She added some sugar, and feeling a bit nauseous from drinking too much plain water, she tilted her head back and drank it down in a few large gulps. After putting down the glass, she poured the milk into smaller portions.

He took the two cups out and quickly put them down, saying, "It's so hot... Look, there's only this much? We're the same size."

"Okay." Zhuang Shiyuan pulled Mu Ning to sit down. "Don't drink so much water at night. You'll have to go to the toilet often and you'll get puffy."

Mu Ning stared blankly at Zhuang Shiyuan. Zhuang Shiyuan took a sip of milk, then looked at her again, "What's wrong?"

She looked somewhat aggrieved, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her small but full lips, and after a long while, she let out a soft sound.

"But I'm hungry..."

She looked innocent, aggrieved, and embarrassed. She shook her head slightly, and her small, cute ears gradually turned red.

Zhuang Shiyuan felt a slight touch in his heart. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, and the two nestled together. He said, "You see, I still fall for you even like this. No matter how fat you get, you can still touch my heart. So, if you can't lose some weight, then so be it. Your health is more important than anything else. I don't want you to lose weight but end up with a host of health problems, understand?"

“But the clothes don’t look good on me,” Mu Ning said softly.

"There will always be clothes that suit you. Besides, who cares what others say about whether you look good or not? As long as I think you look good, that's all that matters," Zhuang Shiyuan said in a low voice.

Mu Ning remained silent for a long time. For a fat man who had already come to his senses to show no anxiety was tantamount to giving up entirely. Zhuang Shiyuan might say he didn't mind now, but once he started taking care of her, he would be an arrogant and powerful figure again, with each woman who approached him more beautiful than the last. How could a fat woman like her compare to slender and beautiful women then? Everyone would say, "A toad trying to eat swan meat!"

"I'll lose weight slowly, gradually control my diet, I won't do it so drastically, okay?" Mu Ning suddenly said.

Zhuang Shiyuan chuckled. Her ideas were always stubborn, but her actions were sometimes a bit slow to catch up.

He joked, "Actually, it's good that you're a little chubby. It's safer that way. People won't have any designs on you when you go out, and I'll feel at ease too. It's a win-win situation."

"..." Mu Ning hummed softly, "Would I be happy with this kind of comfort?"

"Then just pretend you didn't hear that, drink your milk." Zhuang Shiyuan patted her shoulder.

Mu Ning nodded, watching his hand holding the milk. It was indeed very nimble. She downed the milk in her glass, licked her lips, and turned to him.

"That knife, you threw it at Xuanxuan, didn't you?" she asked.

Zhuang Shiyuan paused for a second, then nodded, "Mm."

"Is your hand all healed now?"

Her next question surprised Zhuang Shiyuan. He thought she would be angry or accuse him of being cruel, but it turned out that it was completely out of line with her thinking.

"My hand is not injured," Zhuang Shiyuan admitted.

Mu Ning raised an eyebrow. "Why do you all like to lie? I'm not blind, I saw it all. You had to reach for your phone several times to get it, and you had to try several times to touch the screen when you took my picture. Didn't you see the photos? Out of so many photos, only a few were clear..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and a strange pang of sadness welled up inside her.