"Yeah." Ye Xinluo nodded, somewhat unable to recall, merely remembering vaguely that she had been in the cubicle for a long time, and later seemed to see Beichen Rui coming to look for her. She didn't remember anything after that.
Beichen Rui recounted the events to her, then picked up the white porridge that he had someone prepare not long ago, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to her mouth.
Ye Xinluo was a bit flustered by the attention, reaching out, wanting to hold the porridge herself, "I can do it myself."
Before her hand even touched the bowl, Beichen Rui gently dodged away, the spoonful of porridge once again brought to her lips.
Helpless, she had no choice but to open her mouth and eat it.
The next second, Ye Xinluo frowned. Unable to help herself, she murmured, "Hot..."
"Oh." Beichen Rui understood, scooped another spoonful, blew on it a few times by his mouth, and when it didn't seem that hot anymore, he brought it to her mouth.
