Yao Leqingshu waved his hand and said, "Thank you Miss Qin Yue, but I'm not very hungry right now. Please give the soup to the injured brothers instead!"
Yao Leqingshu's refusal not only failed to upset the lady in purple, Qin Yue, but even added a few more shades of admiration to the way she looked at him.
"Leader, no, Brother Qingshu, you've been working hard all day, how can you do without eating something? This ... this soup took me a lot of effort to make. You need to have some so you can lead us out of Minghun Valley!"
Yao Leqingshu's shoulders trembled slightly, he was not at all accustomed to the nickname Brother Qingshu. Gazing at the woman nearby who was looking at him with tender feelings, Yao Leqingshu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said firmly, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to drink it now."
