It's bad! The cub raised in the space met the prince and called him daddy

The next day dawned.

Fang Qingge woke up and thought of the handsome killer while washing up. He turned to the little cat who was stretching lazily and said:

"Little elf, go and see if the people in the east wing are awake?"

"Okay master."

Soon the elf came in on tiptoe.

"Master, he hasn't woken up yet!"

"Oh! I don't know when this person will recover. Life alone was originally very comfortable, but who would have thought that there would be so many aftereffects of saving people."

The mumbling complaints are over.

Fang Qingge was thinking about what to eat for breakfast today. He went over the special breakfasts in the south and north in his mind, blah blah blahing a little.

The elf was already feeling guilty about the spatial error, so he had no choice but to obediently accept his master's nagging.

It looked up at the sky in silence, unable to understand why its pregnant owner had become such a chatterbox.

*

"Little elf, to make it up to me, I won't eat the nutritious meal for pregnant women this morning. I'm going to eat a big bowl of rice noodles in chicken soup."

Fang Qingge's relentless expression finally made the housekeeper-like elf compromise. It raised its blossoming little paws and acted cutely to its master:

"Alright, alright, Master. But? Just this once, just this once! You have to think about the health of the babies in your belly! Keep going, okay?!"

"Hahaha, why are you so cute!"

The elf's invincible cuteness once again defeated his master's nameless anger.

It chuckled, "Oh yeah! The elf is very happy when the master is happy!"

Next,

The man and the cat ate their respective rations.

*

“Ahhh…”

The elf quickly finished the cat food in the medium-sized cat bowl without raising his head. Then he raised his head and burped.

then…

It lifted up its two little paws and licked them again and again, watching its owner in front of it eating noodles in the steaming water without blinking.

“Slurp, slurp…”

Fang Qingge drank a large bowl of rice noodles in chicken soup with sesame oil seasoning, and kept slurping the spicy taste with her tongue, feeling unsatisfied.

When the elf saw his master's look, he quickly hid the empty large bowl for her.

"Master, it's getting late. If you don't feed that handsome killer, his body's recovery function will be indefinitely delayed again?!"

“I know…”

Fang Qingge then slowly took out a bowl of hot porridge from the space and went to the east wing.

**

In the east wing.

The handsome man on the bed was sleeping unconsciously just like yesterday.

"Brother? Handsome guy? Time for breakfast."

I heard no response, and observed him for a few more times, and found that he was still in the same state as yesterday.

Fang Qingge was relieved and sat down on the wooden stool beside the bed.

"Come, have some porridge."

A spoonful of warm porridge was brought to Liang Hean's mouth again. The aroma of the porridge made him open his mouth and swallow it.

After feeding him a few spoonfuls, Fang Qingge said to him as if asking for leave:

"I have to go to my parents' house for dinner today and won't be back until the evening. Just eat one more bowl this morning, or I won't be able to come over to feed you at noon.

Oh, by the way, for the sake of both of us, you must not expose yourself to the villagers, otherwise you won’t be able to explain yourself.”

After Fang Qingge finished speaking, she looked at the handsome guy again. His handsome face was pleasing to the eye. His body was tall and slender, neither fat nor thin.

For some reason, Fang Qingge had the illusion that he was a modest and gentle gentleman.

If he hadn't been found with a black veil covering his face, calloused fingers, and a bloody, sharp dagger that the elf had pulled out of his boots, it would have been hard to believe.

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a killer who walks in the abyss or dances on the edge of a knife.

"Alas! Don't judge a person by his appearance!"

Fang Qingge sighed secretly, feeling a little regretful.

He raised his hand and fed him another mouthful of porridge, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy in his heart.

A healthy person has lost his ability to move, like a walking corpse, and no one knows when he will recover?

Fang Qingge could empathize with this kind of pain and despair without even having to imagine it.

*

After feeding the boy a bowl of porridge with a look of pity, Fang Qingge turned around and took out a second bowl out of thin air, and slowly let go of the wariness he had when he came in.

The room was very quiet and the two of them got along very harmoniously.

It's a pity that he is like a vegetable.

Feeling bored, Fang Qingge suddenly thought of a book he had read before, something called speech therapy. Regardless of whether it was useful to him or not, Fang Qingge began to chatter in a comforting manner.

“Here, you’ve done well today. This is your second bowl of porridge. Eat it and you’ll recover quickly.

You are a smart person. Only when you are in good health can you do everything you want, right?

Don't be embarrassed when I feed you. You are a patient now, and I take care of you out of kindness.

I used to go to the hospice ward quite often, feeding those children who were unable to move and were terminally ill.

Do you know? They are much more pitiful than you. Living has become a luxury. Just like me at the beginning. "

As Fang Qingge spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and he swallowed the last few words that were barely audible.

She remembered those innocent smiling faces and their little ways of happily calling "sister".

Suddenly I realized that it was a lifetime ago. Suddenly, some sadness surged in my heart.

The feeding action in his hand was a little slow, but he didn't notice that Liang Hean's eyelids moved.

Without Fang Qingge's chattering, the room was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped.

**

Just at this time,

Liang Hean's stomach suddenly made two inopportune "gurgling" sounds, which were like a thunderclap in the quiet room.

Fang Qingge was so shocked that his hand trembled, and a spoonful of porridge was spilled all over Liang Hean's face without any warning.

Fang Qingge could no longer care about anything at this moment. She quickly stood up from the wooden bench and took several steps back.

She stared at the man on the bed with wary eyes.

At this moment, the little cat, who had no place to hide, also joined the alert state. He bent forward, his fur stood on end, and he was ready to take out any weapon in the space at any time.

The man and the cat, both opened their big round eyes and stood ready.

Time stands still,

The enemy moves but I don't.

*

After a while, the enemy did not move at all. With the protection of the elf by his side, Fang Qingge became bolder and asked tentatively:

"Hi? You...you awake? Say something?"

An unexpected embarrassment made Liang Hean's handsome face turn red instantly. He knew he could not deceive the girl, so he pretended that his eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of clear eyes, as clear as those washed by rain, went straight into Fang Qingge's heart, as noble and holy as an angel.

Suddenly, she let down all her guard and the blame that was about to come out of her mouth.

Fang Qingge looked away in panic, and what she ignored was the unfathomable depth in the man's pure eyes.

With just one glance, he knew.

"She is my savior, the beautiful fairy in the deep mountains."

*

Fang Qingge saw that he didn't respond and had no power to attack. He pointed at the rice stains on his face and said embarrassedly:

"S-Sorry! I accidentally spilled porridge on your face. Can you wipe it off yourself?"

After saying that, Fang Qingge quickly turned around and took a clean towel, took a few deep breaths, and then handed it to Liang Hean.

**