"How can it be so delicious!"

"Delicious?"

"Mmm－hmm!" The little princess nodded like garlic and was completely conquered by Claudia with a bowl of soup.

"It‘s good to drink. Let‘s go."

Claudia and Elizabeth took the soup to the ward to find Rowan in a heat preservation barrel.

Arthur was talking to Rowan. As soon as they entered, Rowan‘s nose was sensitive and smelled an unusual smell.

He was too familiar with Claudia‘s craftsmanship to judge by the faint fragrance alone.

Looking at the heat preservation barrel she was carrying in her hand, the radian of her thin lips could not help expanding.

"Yo, Wen has a good taste." Arthur said admiringly, raising his eyebrows. "I don‘t know if I have the honor to get a piece of the action?"

"No way!"

Before Claudia could speak, Rowan spoke first.

Elizabeth burst out laughing, ran over to take Arthur‘s arm and said triumphantly, "I have drunk, especially delicious."

"Don‘t greet me." Arthur made a pitiful look.

The appearance of this request for food is too childish, not at all like His Royal Highness the Prince.

Claudia poured out the soup and took it to the bed and sat down.

Spoon it with a spoon, blow it cool and feed it to Rowan.

Arthur stared closely at the milky white soup and asked in a quick voice, "Is it delicious?"

Rowan glanced at him and uttered a cold disdainful sound from his nose.

Claudia smiled and said, "He can‘t drink so much. The prince doesn‘t dislike it, so try it."

"Hello!" Rowan heard this and made a loud noise of displeasure.

Claudia Mingyan smiled and comforted him softly： "Well, don‘t be naive. Can you cook soup for you every day after you go back? Drink until you get bored."

Her eyes were too bright and her tone was too gentle.

Rowan was bewitched and did not care about the bowl and a half of soup.

She seems to have changed since his accident.

The details are not clear, but he can feel the subtle but practical changes.

If there used to be a layer of paper between them, then now, that layer of paper is slowly becoming transparent.

He had a hunch that the layer of paper would disappear soon.

When the paper disappears, what will they become?

After the soup was finished, Arthur and Elizabeth did not leave. They seemed to want to talk to them for a while.

But Mr. Rowan didn‘t want to talk to them at all.

He is now full of the little woman swaying in front of him.

Well, her waist.

Well, her legs.

Well, her...

"You still don‘t go? The patient needs rest."

Finally, seeing that the prince and princess had no eyesight at all, Mr. Rowan had to march himself.

Arthur smiled and put his arms around his sister‘s shoulder. "Come on, it‘s not welcome to stay here."

"Then I‘ll come to you tomorrow, Claudia." Elizabeth said before leaving.

"All right." Claudia sent the two out of the house and turned back to see the man on the sickbed staring at him like a wolf.

At first glance, I knew what Mr. Rowan was up to.

However, he was so hungry that his head was broken.

In this case, how can, how can that?

"Well, do you want some water?"

"No."

"Then, do you want to eat fruit?"

"No."

"Then, let me fetch water to wipe your face."

"Pupil, come here."

Claudia shook his head and earnestly urged him, "No, Rowan, be good."

"Come here." He half sat up, his eyes heavy.

It seemed as if he would come down and arrest her if she did not obediently pass by.

There was no way out, she had to walk over.

Rowan pulled the quilt down a little so that she could see somewhere where some obvious change had taken place.

He leaned against the head of the bed, just like a face, you look at the expression.

Claudia gave him a thump on the leg in anger and only heard him sing in a low voice.

Shit.

She smiled and probed, "yo yo, I didn‘t find out that Mr. Rowan likes this tone? S and M, you are an M."

"Claudia!" Because of forbearance, his voice changed tone, sounds, and silk strange sexy.