"What's the difference?"
Ye Qingli asked with a smile.
"Because you added special ingredients."
"What ingredients did I add?"
Ye Qingli asked strangely.
In fact, she herself found the porridge unpalatable. Due to limited conditions, she could only cook a little white porridge without even adding condiments.
Before she served it to Jun Aohan, she was still very nervous, fearing that he would not find it delicious.
Unexpectedly, he ate it with such relish.
"I don't know what ingredients you added."
"I only know that after I took a taste, I couldn't let it go. I couldn't stop. Now, it has completely occupied my heart."
Jun Aohan had a bitter melon-like expression on his face.
"You must have put poison in it. From now on, I will have to drink this porridge every day. Otherwise, if I don't drink it for a day, I will feel uncomfortable. My limbs will hurt and my whole body will feel uncomfortable."
"Hey, glib."
Ye Qingli hit him on the head with a spoon.
"You don't need to talk sweet words all day long, I won't be fooled by you."
"But, I am really fascinated by the porridge made by my Qingli. If I don't drink it for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over. What should I do?"
He looked at Ye Qingli pitifully.
"From now on, you will cook for me to drink every day, okay?"
That kind of look in his eyes that was extremely attached and aggrieved made Ye Qingli feel the urge to reject him.
It seemed as if rejecting him would be a huge sin.
"All right……"
"real?"
Just hearing these two words uttered from Ye Qingli's mouth, Jun Aohan immediately looked at her expectantly.
"Okay, okay, I really like you. As long as you want to drink, I will drink it for you every day, okay?"
"So, you agreed to move into my house?"
Jun Aohan suddenly became excited.
He had long wanted Ye Qingli to move to the Ghost King's Mansion, but she had never agreed.
Ye Qingli instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing his pale face and extremely weak look, she suddenly felt that rejecting him at this time seemed to be a very immoral thing.
At this time, Jun Aohan was looking at him with a pair of dark eyes open and pitifully.
"I am a patient now. Do you have the heart to refuse a patient's request?"
"Let's talk about this after we get out, okay?"
Ye Qingli had no choice but to use the drag technique.
"I don't know if we can go out yet. Is it too early to say this now?"
"Why not."
Jun Aohan said proudly.
"As long as I recover my skills, I can directly open up the earth's veins. At that time, I will definitely seek revenge on those guys."
"How long will it take for you to recover?"
"It will take at least seven days."
After Jun Aohan channeled his inner strength, he replied.
"Furthermore, during these seven days, you cannot use your internal power at all."
Ye Qingli took his pulse.
His brows were furrowed.
"Your cold poison attack is very serious this time. If you use your internal energy rashly before fully recovering, your meridians will flow backward and you will die."
She had an apologetic look on her face.
"Hey, it was me who caused you to be like this."
"For the safety of my Qingli, I am willing to suffer no matter how much I suffer."
Jun Aohan said with an affectionate expression.
"You can't keep going like this."
Ye Qingli looked worried.
"Your current attacks of cold poison are becoming more severe each time. If this continues, the Nine Yins will be broken and your pulse will eventually become terminally ill."
