Pure Yin Body

When Song Yiping heard this, he laid Ye Ling flat. He went to scoop a bowl of spirit snake soup and brought it to her side. He then helped her sit up and leaned her against his chest, carefully feeding her one small spoonful at a time.

Song Yiping was anxious as he watched the soup drip down the corner of her mouth. She had fainted and was unable to eat, making it impossible to feed her in this condition.

After giving it some thought, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the spirit snake soup before leaning down to pass it from his mouth to hers.

Feng Jiu was sitting nearby, drinking her bowl of soup. When she looked over, she arched an eyebrow. This kid is pretty capable! 

Xuanyuan Mo Ze briefly glanced at them before turning his attention back to Feng Jiu. "Would you like another bowl?"