Rong Ting knew what she was thinking, but he didn't intend to tell her that this "assassination" was just a test for her, lest she be disappointed in him.

At this time, Mu Qingqing's stomach suddenly "gurgled".

Her face was slightly red, and she said with some embarrassment: "Ah Ting, I seem to be a little hungry......"

I didn't eat for three days and three nights, and of course I was hungry!

"What do you want to eat?" Rong Ting rubbed her hair and asked, pausing, "By the way, Lu Nanxing said that your injury has not healed, and you can only eat some light food for the time being." ”

Mu Qingqing nodded, "Whatever." ”

"Bi Terrier Porridge?"

"Yes, you can."

Soon, the maidservant brought a bowl of green stem porridge with a suitable temperature.

Rong Ting helped Mu Qingqing sit up, put a pillow behind her waist, and let her lie down.

He took the bijiao porridge from the handmaiden, stirred it with a spoon, scooped a spoonful, sent it to Mu Qingqing's lips, and said softly: "Come, open your mouth." ”

Mu Qingqing couldn't help but be stunned, His Royal Highness the Thunder King, who was high above, actually wanted to condescend to feed her personally?

"My hand is not injured, I can come by myself." Mu Qingqing looked flattered and made a gesture to snatch the bowl.

Rong Ting took the bowl away and coaxed: "You are a patient now, don't be willful, I will feed you." ”

"......" Mu Qingqing didn't refuse, just took his hand, took the porridge in his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Good job." Rong Ting hooked his lips with satisfaction, scooped another spoonful and sent it over.

Mu Qingqing swallowed obediently.

In this way, he continued to feed patiently spoonful, and Mu Qingqing slowly finished eating all the bowls of porridge.

Rong Ting put the empty bowl and spoon aside, wiped her mouth gently with a clean handkerchief, and looked at her with a gentle look.

At this time, such a picture is really warm, as if a husband is taking care of his sick wife.

Mu Qingqing's heart couldn't help but overflow with a trace of sweetness, when she realized her inexplicable emotions, she was shocked, and hurriedly pinched her thigh under the brocade quilt, and secretly warned herself: Mu Qingqing, Mu Qingqing, you are sober! But don't be so easily moved by this bastard. You sacrificed your life to save him, and he just fed you a few mouthfuls of porridge, what did it count? Think about how you watched coldly when you were mutilated by Mu Yueshan's white lotus in your previous life!

You're going to get revenge on him! Don't be soft-hearted!

At this time, the maidservant brought another bowl of soup and medicine.

The black-brown juice steamed with white heat, and a rich bitter taste came to the nostrils.

Rong Ting took the medicine bowl, "Qingqing, it's time to drink the medicine." ”

"It's bitter." Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and turned her face aside, "I don't want to drink." ”

Rong Ting turned her face around and coaxed her like a child, "Good, your injuries will heal faster if you drink medicine." ”

Mu Qingqing shook her head, pouted slightly, and pretended to be unhappy and said: "Don't drink, I'm so seriously injured, you still have to force me to suffer......"

"Then I'll accompany you to endure hardships, okay?" Rong Ting chuckled.

"How do you accompany?" Mu Qingqing looked at him suspiciously.

Rong Ting hooked his lips, suddenly lowered his head and drank a mouthful of bitter medicine, his slender fingers pinched Mu Qingqing's chin, and kissed her lips.

Lips and teeth were close to each other, and he gave her all the bitter medicine in his mouth.

"Hmm......" Mu Qingqing stared at a pair of apricot eyes, and was forced to swallow the medicinal juice in her mouth, so bitter that she frowned.

Rong Ting didn't let go of her, his tongue broke into her mouth, wrapping around her tender little tongue.

It was obviously still stained with the bitterness of the medicinal juice, but it was so sweet that he couldn't help but kiss deeper and deeper.