Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Muyang looked at Yuan Lin with the eyes of an ignorant child, sighed, and said to him seriously: "Brother Lin, it's better not to say that Brother Yang likes my sister in the future. This will cause trouble for others." It’s a misunderstanding, Brother Yang said, he doesn’t want others to misunderstand the relationship between him and my sister.”

"Your behavior will cause trouble to others."

"..." He was educated by a primary school student?

Yuan Lin, who was squatting in front of Muyang, couldn't recover. Muyang saw that he was stunned, shook his head, and entered the room.

By the time Mu Jing woke up, it was already night and the rain had subsided, but the room was dark with only a few candles illuminating it.

The eyes of those who had just woken up were a little dazed, and they even stared at the ceiling without focus, as if they were trying to remember something.

At this time, Zhou Qiyang brought a bowl of white rice porridge over, stirred the rice porridge, squatted next to the sofa, and asked in a soft voice: "Brother Jing, can you eat something to cushion your stomach first?"

The person who noticed that she seemed to be waking up went to the kitchen in advance to heat up the porridge that Yuan Lin cooked in the afternoon. This bag of rice was sent from Youjia. It can still be used when many people are hungry nowadays. Giving away such a large bag of rice generously can be said to be full of sincerity.

"Don't eat."

The hoarse voice and the careless laziness made Zhou Qiyang tremble uncontrollably.

Looking at her face, which was slightly flushed because she had just woken up, and her black and white eyes, which were particularly moist due to the candlelight, it was really rare to see her look so... weak and delicate.

Brother Ze who ran away was really at a big loss. It was not easy to make Brother Jing blush.

"You haven't eaten anything all day, so Brother Jing should eat a little, right?"

The dizzy person turned over and turned her back to Zhou Qiyang. This slightly childish behavior made Zhou Qiyang feel that she might really be burned to death.

After hesitating again and again, he finally couldn't help but reached out, carefully poked her shoulder with his index finger, and said, "I have to attend the banquet tomorrow. My body won't be able to bear being hungry all the time."

"So annoying..."

Zhou Qiyang's voice was already very low, but hearing it in her ears gave her a severe headache.

He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, "Pull me up, my vice-captain."

Zhou Qiyang raised his eyebrows, put down the bowl, pulled her up from the sofa, carefully arranged the quilt for her, wrapped her up, and then picked up the bowl again and prepared to feed her.

"Usually, Brother Jing takes care of us, and now I finally have the opportunity to take care of Brother Jing."

The person with only his head outside the quilt lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, sniffed his still somewhat blocked nose, and said, "I think you are secretly happy to see me sick."

"how could be?"

Zhou Qiyang fed her a spoonful. Since he had never taken care of others like this before, he was not very skilled at it at first. After feeding her a few mouthfuls, he gradually got the hang of it.

Mu Jing was in a state where he could move as fast as he could, and was being taken care of by Zhou Qiyang. After eating less than half of the bowl, he turned his head and said, "That's enough. If you eat any more, you'll be sick."

The young man holding the bowl no longer forced himself, "I'll heat it up and take a few bites later. It's not time to take medicine yet. I'll remind you later."

"sorry to bother you."

"It is our honor to take care of Brother Jing."

After hearing this, Mu Jing glanced at him again and said, "Don't think that I can't beat you because I have a cold."

"I'm just kidding~"

"uh-huh……"