Qin Ziyun was not a disciple of the Heavenly Secret Sect; she was merely a pitiful girl Qin Jingling had saved. She didn't understand why Qin Jingling was being so particular and spoke in annoyance, "Jingling, if you talk like this, I'm going to be upset! You took a knife for him, so what's the harm in him feeding you chicken soup?"
"Miss Qin, you have injuries, don't move."
Qin Yu's voice was very tender, and his gaze was firm as he slowly brought the soup spoon to Qin Jingling's lips.
Even in her injured state, even looking very haggard, Qin Jingling was still so enchanting, her lips parting, filled with endless charm.
Qin Yu's little heart trembled and he almost spilled the chicken soup.
Fortunately, Qin Yu had enough willpower and recited the Heart Clarity Spell silently to himself, focusing his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, and managed to control his wrist, avoiding embarrassment on the spot.
