"Do I have to beg you?"
Mu Yazhe gritted his teeth, his voice filled with pain and confusion. He had never looked more helpless and lost!
"I can't lose you! Shishi, please eat a little, even if it's only a bite, okay?"
Gong Jie could no longer watch silently. He walked to Yun Shishi's side, pinched her cheeks, and forced her to open her mouth. Mu Yazhe looked at him, and without hesitation, he hardened his heart and forcefully fed her the porridge with a spoon.
This could not go on.
"Has the food gone down?"
Gong Jie asked.
Mu Yazhe nodded. "Yes. It's gone down."
To think that the two men had put so much effort into feeding her.
Her body was not in the best condition and she had been in a state of hunger for a long time. As a result, her lips were unusually dry and cracked. The porridge had just been stewed this morning, so it was piping hot.
