"If I told you that I've never hated you, would you believe that?" Wei Ying's voice was as small as a mosquito.
But Shen Mingxi heard it.
If the previous Wei Ying said these words, Shen Mingxi would have felt nothing or even disgusted.
But for some reason, when he heard these words now, he even felt a bit happy.
Maybe, it was hard to dislike the new Wei Ying…
"I…" Shen Mingxi was about to speak, but Wei Ying placed the spoon of porridge to his lips to distract him.
"Eat it now, or it will get cold. Come on."
"Okay."
Nodding, Shen Mingxi ate the porridge carefully.
Wei Ying fed him patiently.
"Is it good?"
"Yeah."
"If you don't like it, tell me what kind of rice you like; I'll cook it for you."
"No, it's too much trouble. I'm already feeling guilty that you donated blood for me."
"It's nothing. But I can only cook for you for another three days. After that, you can't have any even if you want."
