The Rise in Soul Power, Warmth

Zhu Zhuqing could feel that this power had not only greatly increased the intensity of her Soul Power and her physical condition, but also seemed to have granted her something on a deeper level—an understanding of battle, and of the law of slaughter.

"What are you thinking about?"

Dai Chengfeng's voice suddenly sounded. Zhu Zhuqing was startled, and the light in her palm instantly dispersed.

She looked up and saw that Dai Chengfeng had already returned, holding a tray in his hands.

He had changed into simple, dark loungewear, and his hair was still a little damp. Clearly, he had washed up quickly.

"Nothing," Zhu Zhuqing said, shaking her head. Her gaze fell on the tray in his hands. "That fast?"

"The kitchen always keeps meals ready," Dai Chengfeng said, walking to the bedside and setting the tray on the nightstand. "I heated some up."

On the tray was a steaming bowl of plain congee and several delicate side dishes—cucumber salad, stir-fried shredded bamboo shoots, dried tofu in sauce, and a small basket of crystal-clear shrimp dumplings.

There was also a glass of warm milk beside them.

"I didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I brought a little of everything." Dai Chengfeng sat down by the bed and picked up the bowl of congee. "Come on, have some congee first to warm your stomach."

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to reach out and take it, but Dai Chengfeng moved it away.

"I'll feed you."

"I can do it myself..." Zhu Zhuqing protested softly.

"You can," Dai Chengfeng said, scooping up a spoonful of congee, gently blowing on it, and bringing it to her lips, "but I want to feed you."

His gaze was gentle, yet insistent.

Zhu Zhuqing met his eyes for a moment and finally compromised, parting her lips