Ou Zihan was furious. His face immediately darkened, and he glanced at Luo Bin sideways. "Can't I take her home? Do I need you?" His cold tone was infuriating.

Ou Zihan was being quite polite to Luo Bin, only because Luo Bin was Xiao Yi's good friend; otherwise, he would have had Luo Bin thrown out long ago!

: : : : "Okay, I'll go now. Xiaoyi, take good care of yourself. I'll come see you again later."

Luo Xiaoyi nodded slightly, and Luo Bin left.

Ou Zihan picked up Luo Xiaoyi horizontally and walked towards the door.

Back at the Ou residence, Ou Zihan placed her on the soft bed, covered her with a light blanket, and said gently, "Xiaoyi, are you hungry? Food will be brought over soon."

Luo Xiaoyi finally opened her mouth to speak. Her pale, bloodless lips moved slightly, and her voice was so weak, "I don't want to eat. I want to sleep for a while."

Ou Zihan remained stubborn, gently stroking her dark hair with his large hand. "How can that be? You've been through so much today, so much turmoil. How can you not eat? Your body won't be able to take it. Be good, listen to me."

Just then, Butler Zhao brought in a steaming bowl of lobster porridge. As he prepared to feed Luo Xiaoyi the porridge, Ou Zihan glanced at him and said coldly, "I can do it myself. You can leave now."

"Yes, young master." Butler Zhao withdrew, thinking to himself, "Young master is so attentive to Miss Luo. In the years Bai Zhi was away, he never cared about any woman. Is this Miss Luo really Bai Zhi? But why did she change her name? Why does she have no memory of Bai Zhi?"

In the bedroom.

Ou Zihan held the porridge in his large hand, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to make it warm, and fed it to her. Her lips turned away, "I really don't want to eat."

Loneliness, fear, and helplessness overwhelmed her. She felt as if she were in a dark world full of intrigue and bloodshed, where there was no family, no warmth, and even love was an illusion. For a moment, she just wanted to shut herself off. That way, without expectations or hopes, there would be no harm.

With a sorrowful, hoarse voice, she said, "I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep." She closed her eyes in anguish.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Ou Zihan's gentle voice, "Hmm, this porridge smells so good. How about I feed you with my lips?" Before she could object, Ou Zihan had already forcefully fed her a mouthful of porridge.

Upon touching his soft lips, Luo Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat as if she had been electrocuted. Sigh, every time this person got close to her, she immediately felt dizzy and suffocated. Could this person please not be so enchanting?