Ruan Qi now has a serious case of PTSD whenever she hears the word 'fed.' Just hearing it makes her feel weak at the waist and shaky in her legs.
She silently hugged her little blanket tightly and sheepishly changed her tune, "After thinking it over, I realize I'm actually quite hungry, and I don't have much strength, so I'm not really up for any vigorous activities."
After saying that, she cautiously added, "Not just today, but probably for the next half month, I won't be fit for exercise. Jiujiu, I'm not well, I need to rest."
The young girl spoke so sincerely that, if the situation allowed, she would've even summoned her acting skills to convincingly faint on the spot to prove her weakness.
Xi Jiu's cold eyes revealed a faint smile.
He stopped teasing the young girl, pulled the blanket over her, and gently kissed her on the forehead, "Be good, Baby, rest first. I'll go heat up the food again."
...
Xi Jiu left the bedroom with the tray in hand.
