Chu Tiange handed the bowl of soup to her.
Bai Longying's gaze shifted, and she raised her hand, furrowing her brow suddenly, "My hand's gone numb, maybe because I was lying on my side for too long earlier."
"Let me feed you." Chu Tiange scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently by his lips, then brought it to hers. Bai Longying happily opened her mouth, and only after she finished the entire bowl of soup, did she contentedly let out a satisfied burp.
Hmm, Tiange really is a bit silly. As a cultivator, how could her hand possibly go numb? He didn't see through such a flimsy excuse—honestly, he's adorably clumsy!
"Bai..." He didn't say the remaining words, holding them at his lips. Remembering Mu Qianyue's advice, Chu Tiange changed his words, "Ying'er, you should lie down and rest. Call me if you need anything."
Then he left the room.
Bai Longying's eyes gleamed brightly as she watched his disappearing figure, her smile growing wider and full of happiness.
Ying'er?
