"Did I not feed you well?" Rong Yu did not give the bowl to Gu Qingchen. Instead, he retracted his hand and looked at Gu Qingchen with his deep black eyes.
"You fed me well." Gu Qingchen blurted out. If Rong Yu did not feed her well, how could she only remember to eat when she was almost done eating.
Rong Yu smiled happily and continued to feed Gu Qingchen as if his main job was to feed Gu Qingchen.
"Then eat more."
Gu Qingchen felt helpless. It was as if she was always abducted by Rong Yu unknowingly, and Rong Yu was in control of all the rhythm.
For example, right now, she originally wanted to eat it herself, but Rong Yu only said a few words out of the blue, and Rong Yu kept feeding her again.
A bowl of porridge soon reached the bottom. Only then did Rong Yu put down the bowl and hand a glass of milk to Gu Qingchen. "This is specially made milk., and it is very effective in recovering physical strength."
