After cooking the porridge, Lu Jinghan poured a bowl and then carried it to the bedroom upstairs.
When Lu Jinghan pushed the door open and came in, Han Xi was already half-asleep, her eyes a bit bleary. She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed, "It's ready so soon."
"Well, there's hardly anything at home, so I just made a bit of porridge. We'll have to make do," Lu Jinghan said, ladling some porridge and blowing it cool, then bringing it to Han Xi's lips.
Han Xi opened her mouth, and as soon as the porridge went in, her tongue was pierced with sharp pain. She forced herself to swallow it down.
"Does it hurt a lot? Can you drink more?" Lu Jinghan's eyes, usually restrained, were now filled with a fiercely controlled anger, knowing Han Xi's tongue was also bitten.
Han Xi shook her head, "I don't want any more. Pain might be bearable, but cuddle with me to sleep for a while."
