"Your Majesty, Imperial Master."
Eleven looked at Qi Pan with extremely excited eyes and almost burst into tears on the spot.
Qi Pan lay there without saying a word. Ying Zheng took the bowl. The z in the bowl was just warm, not hot. It was obvious that it had been soaked in cold water in advance to cool it down.
"Come, Imperial Master, have some porridge first."
Ying Zheng helped Qi Pan up again, put a cushion behind her, and fed her porridge spoonful by spoonful.
Qi Pan originally wanted to drink it herself, but when she remembered that her tendons were cut, she stopped talking and opened her mouth as the man fed her with a spoon.
Drinking the porridge mouthful by mouthful.
The porridge was rich in aroma and warm in the mouth. It was just right and tasted very good, better than anything she had eaten in a while.
When the bowl of porridge was almost empty, Ying Zheng handed the bowl over and wiped Qi Pan's mouth with a clean handkerchief.
There was a strange yet familiar feeling, which made Qi Pan blink curiously, "Brother, were we very familiar with each other before?"
Ying Zheng was instantly struck by lightning, his eyes widened slightly, and he stared at Qi Pan with an incredible look!
"National Master, what did you say?"
What does the Imperial Master mean by this?
What do you mean they were familiar with each other before?
Qi Pan's eyes were calm and a little curious. "It means exactly what it says. Were we familiar with each other before?"
"I forgot a lot of things after I hit my head. I don't remember anything from before, but I saw photos and videos of you on my phone."
"So I'm curious, were we familiar with each other before?"
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