The two of them locked gazes for quite a while, Qiao Jing this time didn't retreat as quickly as before but instead clung tightly to the edge of the bowl, signaling the other with her eyes.
After receiving the slightly threatening look from Qiao Jing, Zhan Qipei reluctantly let go of his hand.
"Then be careful when you drink it."
He had originally intended to use this opportunity to personally feed Qiao Jing, hoping to facilitate a closer connection.
But it seemed he still couldn't have his way, it looked like he would have to be even better to Qiao Jing.
Only then did Qiao Jing take the bowl and begin to eat the porridge.
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The next morning.
After waking up, Qiao Jing furrowed her brows slightly, subconsciously getting out of bed as she usually did.
But a weak pain from her ankle drew her attention, she looked down and found that the sprain was much better than the day before.
