After changing clothes, Ye Zhiqiu struggled to wash up.
After experiencing yesterday's life-and-death situation, she seemed to have forgotten the feeling of wanting to escape through death.
The flow of blood and the passing of life made her understand the meaning of living.
Yes, she won't know anything after she dies.[
Only by living can she hope to get out of this prison!——
An hour later, when Ling Mufeng appeared in the room again, Ye Zhiqiu still looked wary.
However, Ling Mufeng seemed to be in a rare good mood today and did not lose his temper at all.
When he saw her getting up, he asked his servant to bring him a steaming bowl of angelica and black-bone chicken soup.
"I heard people say that this woman has the best food, it nourishes the blood."
Ling Mufeng brought the soup to Ye Zhiqiu, "Here, drink it."
Ye Zhiqiu's heart tightened.
Seeing Ling Mufeng's pleasant expression, I wonder what kind of evil he has in his stomach.
What kind of black-bone chicken soup? There must be something shady in it!
However, seeing Ling Mufeng's somewhat eager eyes, Ye Zhiqiu did not dare to say anything, stretched out his hand to grab the bowl, and drank the soup with a slurp.
But she never thought that Ling Mufeng made a move that surprised her even more!
He took the spoon and stirred it in the soup bowl.
Then, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to her mouth!
A drop of cold sweat fell down, and Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened!
He, he is trying to feed me!
"Why don't you drink? Are you worried about getting hot?"
Ling Mufeng frowned in confusion and took a sip himself: "It's not hot."
Then, he scooped up another spoonful of soup and brought it to Ye Zhiqiu's mouth: "Drink."
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned.[
However, when she saw Ling Mufeng's slightly impatient look, she understood something and immediately started to drink up the soup in the spoon!