As soon as the soup pot was served tonight, such a thing happened. At least she was still eating something at school, but he was just waiting for her to go hungry.
After hearing her reminder, Marcellus felt a little hungry. "What can you do?"
"I can cook home-cooked dishes, but your wound has not recovered yet. You can only eat a bowl of noodle soup."
"Forget it, then I won't eat it." Marcellus imagined the appearance of the noodles in his mind and lost his appetite. "Come and talk to me."
Beryl walked to the bedside and sat down. She reached out to adjust the light at the head of the bed to the darkest state. She looked at the man lying on the pillow. Last time, he was still committing evil deeds with her in this room, but this time, he could only lie on his stomach listlessly. Such a contrast made her feel a little funny.
It seemed that he was tired. The moment his head touched the pillow, Marcellus felt a little sleepy. He looked at the little girl sitting next to him. She didn't even say anything intimate, but he just felt that he had been cured.
He liked Beryl very much. Otherwise, he would not have injured his back to protect her.
"What kind of man do you like, Beryl?"
A particularly abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the quiet air.
She was stunned and confused. "If you have time to worry about me, you might as well care about your injury."
"I'm asking you." Marcellus refused to give up. He wanted to get to the bottom of the matter. "Let's talk about something else to distract my attention. Otherwise, I'll feel even more uncomfortable when I think about the wound."
This excuse... was something that no one could refute.
Well, since he was injured because of her, she reluctantly said a few words to him.
Beryl tilted her head and thought about her ideal. "I like the man who is fair and clean. Don't say too much. He is smart and responsible."
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