315, check, is it clean?

Song Qinghuan swallowed, reaching out to take the bowl from Shi Yuhuan's hand, politely saying, "Thank you, I can do it myself!"

In her heart, she wondered, could this porridge be drugged?

Not some deadly substance, but something similar to "Aphrodisiac," torments that make one oscillate between life and death.

"Open your mouth." Shi Yuhuan's cold voice was domineering as hell.

Song Qinghuan broke into a cold sweat, could it really be drugged?

She wanted so badly to refuse, but looking at Shi Yuhuan's stern, domineering face, meeting his deep and lonely gaze, she was too scared to be too direct.

In the end, she found an excuse, what she considered a very suitable one, "Erm...I just got up, I haven't brushed my teeth yet. The porridge...let's put it aside, I'll brush my teeth and eat it myself."

Shi Yuhuan lifted the spoon full of porridge to Song Qinghuan's mouth: "Eat first, then brush!"