Rong Zian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xia: "Are you thirsty?" Mu Xia swallowed another mouthful of water: "Xiao Xia Xiao Xia is not thirsty, Master, Master, please use tea."
Mu Xia held a large bowl of newly made lotus seed soup and said in a low voice: "Master, would you like to try it?" Rong Zian's eyebrows were calm: "Put it aside for now."
Ye Mu grabbed her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Xiaer. Brother will help you get the poison out of your body."
Mu Xia's voice was sharp and he stared at Qin Zifei: "I have loved him for hundreds of years and have held him in my hands to protect him. Why should you trample on him?"
Mu Xia threw the pill given by Mianfeng on the ground and crushed it: "This is trash, useless!"
Rong Zian held her cheek. Perhaps that feeling could be called "love".
Rong Zian, I, Mucha, have never regretted loving you.