How could Zhiwei not understand what Qing Jun meant?
The big girl immediately clenched her fist!
"Master, have some porridge."
Zhiwei's voice, like her appearance, carried a faint chill.
Chen Ye was indeed a bit hungry, so he reached out to take it.
Unexpectedly, Zhiwei retreated half a step, avoiding his hand.
She pursed her lips, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.
After hesitating for a while,
she scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, blew on it gently, and then somewhat awkwardly brought it to Chen Ye's mouth:
"Master... have some porridge."
"!"
Qing Jun widened her eyes, forgetting to drink the porridge made by her master.
Chen Ye was even more stunned.
In terms of Zhiwei's future, she is a Divine Maiden who is detached and pure, untouched by mundane affairs.
In terms of Zhiwei's present, she is just a little girl with a perpetually serious face.
Chen Ye couldn't have imagined that Zhiwei would feed him.
