Yann Ge brought food and drinks to Chuzheng every day.
At first, Chuzheng thought he was trying to drug her and had Mu Mian check everything.
In the end, there was nothing.
This weakling must be trying to lower my guard!
"Your Highness..."
Chuzheng was startled, sitting up suddenly.
She looked around the room and didn't see anyone.
Like a ghost that won't leave, even haunting my dreams.
"Your Highness."
The door was pushed open, and a flamboyantly dressed young man appeared in Chuzheng's sight.
Got it.
This time it's not a dream.
The young man carried a porcelain bowl, walked in with a few steps, placed it down, and blew on his hand: "It's hot."
Chuzheng glanced at his hand and calmly concluded, "A bit red, but it's okay."
"..."
"What's this?"
The young man smiled: "Soup I made for you."
"..."
Soup every day!!
Chuzheng lifted the lid for a look and didn't feel like eating it; she wasn't hungry.
So Chuzheng put the lid back on.
