Sympathy

Little An rubbed his chin and pondered. "Could it be that Joao pierced your stomach? But you didn't poop it out either. Where did the food you ate go?"

Little Lion stared at his stomach eagerly. "Why don't I try to feel it for you? I might figure it out."

Winter, who had been standing at the side serving them, twitched her lips and said gently, "Third Young Master is recuperating, and nutrition and food are needed in that process. That's why he doesn't feel full no matter how much he eats."

Little An and Little Lion looked a little relieved, but the quick Qi Wensu was already touching Tiger Head's stomach. He exclaimed, "So soft, so soft."

Little An and Little Lion were also interested. Winter quickly stopped them. "Young Masters, please don't touch his injuries since Third Young Master is still injured."

Tiger Head shrunk to a corner of the soft couch and nodded sadly. He whispered, "It hurts."