chapter 152 Violent spirit

"If you don't want to feed me, forget it. I'll do it myself... ah!"

Citronique Wood blinked her eyes in grievance, tears welling up in her eye sockets. She struggled to get up, but the moment she moved, she pulled the wound and screamed in pain.

"Lie down!"

Seeing that Citronique Wood really couldn't move, Weyland Light held the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right hand, and fed her porridge one spoonful at a time.

Citronique Wood was so happy...