Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

"Does your arm still hurt? How does your throat feel? Do you want some water? Are you hungry? I'll ask the waiter to cook some porridge and bring it up now." Ye Dingzhi said a lot of things in a rambling manner.

Qin Changsheng, who had just finished drinking water, listened to Ye Dingzhi's chattering and burst out laughing.

Ye Dingzhi blinked blankly at Qin Changsheng laughing for no apparent reason. Qin Changsheng laughed for a long time after seeing his reaction, and only stopped when his stomach hurt.

"You just acted like a nagging old woman." Qin Changsheng handed the teacup to Ye Dingzhi: "No need for water. I'm a little hungry. The wound must hurt, but it's not that painful. Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

"I'm sorry, Ye Dingzhi, I need to apologize for not listening to you before. We really shouldn't have stayed so long, and you almost got hurt." Qin Changsheng believed that if you stand at attention, you will be beaten, and if you make a mistake, you must apologize. Adults don't need to make excuses for themselves. This is indeed her problem.

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's my fault that I failed to protect you. My problem is bigger." Ye Dingzhi blamed himself all the way. If his martial arts level was higher, would Qin Changsheng not have been injured? If he met someone with more powerful martial arts and a higher level in the future, would Changsheng die in front of him?

"Don't blame yourself so much. I wanted to block the sword for you. Even if I had to go back in time, I would still do it. Your realm is already very good. It's me, not you, who is holding you back." Qin Changsheng held Ye Dingzhi's hand: "Don't blame yourself. Protecting you is my responsibility."

After all, if Ye Dingzhi died, she would feel wronged. Among the three people with the highest scores in the current task list, Ye Dingzhi is one of them.

After hearing Qin Changsheng's last words, Ye Dingzhi's face flushed like a crayfish, his face evenly red. His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and he finally stammered, "I... I'll go... tell the waiter to make you some porridge. You haven't eaten anything in days."

"Well... I'm really hungry. Can I cook some preserved egg and shredded pork porridge? If not, I'll make some vegetable and lean meat porridge. Plain porridge is tasteless and not filling." Qin Changsheng, who was unwilling to let his mouth and stomach suffer even though he was a patient, looked at Ye Dingzhi pleadingly with wet eyes.

After all, ancient people believed that when you are sick, you should eat less oily and meaty foods.

"Okay, lie down and take a nap. I'll call you when the porridge is ready." Ye Dingzhi helped Qin Changsheng lie down again. After Qin Changsheng lay down, he stared at the ceiling of the bed with his eyes wide open.

Qin Changsheng had slept for too long and was not sleepy at all. He was so bored that he could only play with his fingers and count the time in his heart. Why didn’t Ye Dingzhi come back after so long? Didn’t he ask the waiter to ask the chef to cook?

Qin Changsheng was almost falling asleep while thinking. At this time, Ye Dingzhi pushed the door open with a tray in his hand. Qin Changsheng turned his head and saw Ye Dingzhi walking in.

"I was wondering why you haven't come back for so long. You didn't go and cook it yourself, did you?" Qin Changsheng's stomach growled when he smelled the aroma of the vegetable and lean meat porridge.

Ye Dingzhi put down the tray, helped Qin Changsheng up and leaned against the bed, holding the bowl and spoon. Qin Changsheng reached out his hand to take it and eat it himself, but Ye Dingzhi avoided him.

Qin Changsheng tilted his head and looked at Ye Dingzhi, not understanding why. "Your arm is injured and you can't use force. Let me feed you."

"But I don't have another one..." Qin Changsheng wanted to say more, but under Ye Dingzhi's gaze, he closed his mouth and accepted Ye Dingzhi's feeding one spoonful at a time.