C402 Care

"How's the taste of the congee? Does it suit your taste?" It took a lot of effort for Wen Shuyue to make Hesmin drink the porridge.

A hint of warmth appeared in He Si Ming's eyes, but his expression was still cold as he said, "Not bad."

Wen Shuyue lowered her head to clean up the dishes.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly froze