"Brother, my stomach rumbles no matter if I'm hungry or not. My stomach rumbles just thinking about eating the food you're going to make tomorrow morning," said Zuiying with a smile.
As he spoke, Zuiying felt slightly embarrassed and ruffled his hair.
Zuiying seemed to believe what Zuiying said and smiled brightly. "I'll definitely make you a good meal tomorrow morning for you that will fill you up for sure."
Zuiying wore a bright smile. "Brother, I'll go tidy up the place, then we can both go to sleep early!"
Zuifeng nodded.
Zuiying stepped forward and into the grass hut.
Sitting on a stool outside, Zuifeng suddenly covered his mouth with his hand and started to cough violently. His hands felt wet, so Zuifeng glanced down at his own long, slender hand to find that it was full of blood. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Little Ying, I don't know how long I can be with you. If I'm not around, you must be strong and live on!"
