On Jun Aohan's forehead, there was a drop of sweat beads.

Ye Qingli felt distressed immediately.

She quickly set aside the porridge bowl.

"I help you."

She supported Jun Aohan and sat beside the bed.

He moved a cushion gently and placed it behind his back.

Then, filled a bowl of porridge.

Very gentle to Jun Aohan's mouth.

Jun Aohan raised his hand.

Then, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.

"Why, are you uncomfortable?"

Ye Qingli asked with concern.

"It hurts, the wound hurts ..."

Jun Aohan said bitterly.

Arrow wounds are under the ribs. If you raise your arm, it will indeed pull the wound.

"What should I do?"

Ye Qingli touched her chin.

"Otherwise, I will ask someone to come over and feed you."

"you dare!"

Jun Aohan's voice suddenly rose.

Seeing Ye Qingli's somewhat surprised look.

He immediately moaned again and said, "I'm not used to letting my wife feed me! If that's the case, I won't drink."

Ye Qingli suddenly scratched her head.

Hey, brother, you're a prince.

Don't you have such a bad temper?

"Good boy."

She coaxed Jun Aohan well.

"Here, I put a lot of tonics, and if I drink it, it will be good for your body."

"Humph, I don't drink."

Jun Aohan started his temper like a very young child.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Ye Qingli looked helpless.

She began to think very seriously.

Do you want to stun him, hurry up and pour the porridge into him again.

"If you feed me, I will drink."

Ye Qingli: "..."

Seeing her a little hesitant, Jun Aohan was very upset to pull up the quilt.

Ye Qingli suddenly pressed his hands down.

"Don't move, I will feed you."

After she finished, she took the spoon, and, very tenderly, fed a mouthful of porridge to Jun Aohan's mouth.

Those who peeped out from the outside, the group all fell into spectacle.

Especially the chef.

I can't believe my eyes.

Ye Wang, just drink it?

He used to never eat such a greasy thing.

How come the taste has changed now?

Finished, this time, I must be unemployed.

What can I do.

Where else to look for such a well-paid job as Ghost King Mansion?

He turned away and went away.

And the other servants, maids.

Even, including Dai butler.

The collective stunned!

They all thought what Jun Aohan was possessed by.

It's like changing someone completely.

A faint voice kept coming out from inside.

"Good boy, drink slowly, hot."

"You just feed me slowly."

"Look, I told you not to take such a big mouth, let it flow out, come, let me wipe you ..."

"Well……"

The two people's whispered voices kept coming out from inside.

The hoops outside were collectively blushing.

They couldn't believe it.

Is this the cold prince in their eyes before?

It's like changing a person.

Finally, Jun Aohan drank half a bowl of porridge.

Then, Ye Qingli helped him to lie down very diligently.

Jun Aohan lay comfortably on the big bed.

He felt that every cell in the body was blooming.

It's so comfortable.

After feeding him porridge, Ye Qingli was very careful and put away the remaining porridge bowl.