Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Since what happened that night, he became extremely sensitive about everything regarding this girl. The moment Ji'er got closer to him, he could clearly smell the fragrant scent on her, making him flustered.

It was even more accentuated now when her soft palms covered his forehead. His heart beat wildly and his breathing got heavier.

He had never experienced such feelings before and he did not feel like himself.

Ji'er touched his forehead and found it a little wet; she was puzzled. "Your fever is gone, but why are you sweating? The weather is so cold right now."

Chu Qi clenched his fingers and said while keeping his composure, "Go home, Ji'er. You don't need to bother with me."

She could tell that he was trying to chase her out. Ji'er said a little unhappily, "Do you really not want to see me here?"

"It's not that. You're a princess and it's not right for you to be here…" Chu Qi pressed his hand on his chest and forced out the words with slight difficulty.

When Ji'er saw that his wound was acting up, she quickly said, "Don't move." She grabbed a soft pillow and placed it behind his back. After that, she went to the table and scooped a bowl of congee.

"You've passed out for an entire day, Lil Qi, and you haven't eaten anything. You can just take something light for now." She sat down next to the bed while holding the bowl. She scooped a spoonful of the congee and blew on it. When she was sure it was not scalding hot anymore, she fed it to Chu Qi. "Mother said you are only allowed to eat congee for now with your condition." She paused and said softly, "It's the first time I've cooked congee. Please bear with it if it doesn't taste good."

Chu Qi was surprised.

"You cooked this yourself?"

"I did." Ji'er felt a little embarrassed as she placed the spoon in her hand next to his lips. "Eat up. It'll taste bad if it gets cold."

Chu Qi had mixed feelings in his heart.

His little princess was all grown up and she even knew to take care of others, to the point of even cooking congee for them.

He looked at the girl, whose beautiful face was right in front of him, and he suddenly felt a little upset.

Ji'er was already fifteen and had come of age. Soon she would get married and have children…

Get married and have children?

The words flashed in his mind and he felt a stab of pain in his heart.

He should be feeling happy that Ji'er would get married and start her own family, but he…

His eyes closed as he tried to stop from having such thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, Lil Qi? Your congee is getting cold." When Ji'er saw him lost in thought and ignoring her, she felt a little defeated.

Chu Qi snapped out of his delusions and reached his hand out. "I can eat by myself, Ji'er. Give me the bowl."

Ji'er pursed her lips and unconsciously reverted to the childish tone she spoke with when she was younger, "But I want to feed you."

"My hand isn't hurt. I can feed myself." Lil Qi frowned. He was not used to being fed by another person.

"Alright." When Ji'er saw how insistent he was, she gave him the bowl and then mumbled in a small voice, "When you were unconscious yesterday, I fed you medicine with my mouth. What's there to be embarrassed about now?"

Chu Qi's hand trembled when he heard this and the bowl of congee nearly fell onto his blanket.

No wonder Steward Chen gave him a strange look and was hesitant to speak when Chu Qi woke up.

Ji'er, she… How could she…

However, the memory of her kissing him two nights ago made him believe this was something Ji'er was certainly capable of.

A blush appeared on his pale face as he quickly lowered his head, pretending that he had not heard her.

Ji'er snuck a look at him and when she saw his handsome face blush, a smile appeared on her lips.

Mother was right. Lil Qi was a reserved person who needed time to be ready. She had to subtly pull him out of his shell.