Upon hearing this, the two quickly helped their young master up and slunk away.

Qin Ziling, as if nothing had happened, handed a box of porridge to Chu Qingcheng: "Have some."

Chu Qingcheng stared at him for a long while, then revealed a captivating smile: "Thank you."

Qin Ziling said, "You already knew he was a martial artist, didn't you?"

Chu Qingcheng nodded: "Yes, but what he does is none of my business."

She was also a martial artist, and her strength far surpassed Huang Zhong's, but she had no interaction with him, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Next time he bothers you, don't hold back. Be as forceful as you can," Qin Ziling said calmly.

"Don't worry, after what happened today, I believe he's given up. If he comes again next time, I won't hold back." Chu Qingcheng nodded slightly.

Qin Ziling nodded without saying a word.

At this moment, Chu Qingcheng suddenly looked at him, revealing a hint of vulnerability: "Could you feed me?"

Qin Ziling froze.

Chu Qingcheng said softly, "I miss the island life I had back then."

Qin Ziling's expression was somewhat complicated.

Back on the deserted island, Chu Qingcheng was once attacked by a wild beast and seriously injured. Qin Ziling took care of her, and feeding her by hand was a common occurrence for him.

Of course, Qin Ziling had also taken Chu Qingcheng's baths several times. It seems that the two had done everything except for their most intimate relationship.

Looking at the girl with a sickly expression, her pale face lacking its usual aloofness, and resembling a delicate girl next door, Qin Ziling sighed, took the food box, and began to feed her.

Taking a sip of the fragrant porridge, Chu Qingcheng's eyebrows curved slightly, and she was in a good mood. She couldn't help but glance at the man in front of her a few times, her tenderness in her eyes undisguised.