C403 He Was about to Lose His Horse

"Whitey, get up and have some porridge."

A tall man was holding a bowl of steaming hot porcelain. He walked to the bed and held up the small figure on the bed. He spoke gently.

"Hmm."

Bai Qing obediently sat up, his white and slender hands carefully holding the bowl. A small mouthful, a small mouthful of name, it looked extremely cute