Chapter 1187: Rotten chess

Vinsen came over and helped Bai Qingqing put Moore in the bed.
Bai Qingqing's cold, red hands stroked the crested feathers on Moore's head, and he couldn't bear to see him so weak and so wronged.
Covering Mur with a quilt, Bai Qingqing stood up, "I'll serve a bowl of soup to Mur."
"You're staying in the room, I'll go." Vincent took Bai Qingqing's green and red hands, and the hot temperature passed over, making Bai Qingqing's brows comfortable.
Bai Qingqing smiled at Vincent: "Well."
Parker sorted out An An's clothes that had been rubbed by snakes, and looked at Bai Qingqing and Vincent. When Vincent went out, he came over and took Vincent's hand in his hand.
"Your hands are so cold." Parker said distressedly.
"Just rushed out just now and forgot to wear gloves." Bai Qingqing squatted beside Moore again. "Compared with him, I'm cold."
Bai Qingqing was so distressed at Moore that he didn't blame Curtis, but he didn't even look at him.
Nature is so cruel, she may not be qualified to condemn Curtis, so she said nothing, but just do not want to ignore Curtis.
It has nothing to do with feelings. It's really suffocating, just like the anger towards Cuckoo. Even if it has nothing to do with themselves, many people don't like birds like this.
Curtis frowned, disgusted by the feeling of being suddenly excluded.
Soon, Vinson brought hot soup. Bai Qingqing took over, smashing Moore's beak in one hand and holding a spoon in his hand to the mouth to get soup.
The temperature in the room was very warm, and Bai Qingqing's hands were warm now, and Parker did not force her to cover her hands, but also reached out to help break Moore's beak.
"I come."
Bai Qingqing smiled gratefully at Parker, feeding the soup in one hand and making it easier.
Moore's throat was dry, and he coughed twice with a sip of soup and sprayed some soup out.
Vinson found a piece of animal skin and wiped off the spilled soup.
Bai Qingqing continued to feed, but Moore didn't cough, but the soup didn't sink anymore. It kept filling in his mouth, and would overflow from his mouth if he accidentally.
Oops, he won't swallow.
Bai Qingqing was anxious, put down the bowl and spoon, and gently stroked Moore's neck, hoping that this would allow him to swallow autonomously.
The males are all guarded and can't relax their vigilance when they are comatose, but they can also recognize their partner and realize that Qing Qing is taking care of themselves. Moore's throat rolled and finally swallowed soup.
Bai Qingqing felt relieved and thought that his own press-and-roll technique was very effective, and he continued to feed the soup with joy.
Curtis stood behind them, silently watching Bai Qingqing taking care of the eagle beast. The bright red slender eyebrows tightened and tightened, and suddenly felt that he had taken a bad move.
His partner is the most soft-hearted, seeing the pity of the eagles and beasts, he will surely take more care of him.
Curtis squeezed his nose and walked anxiously into his nest.
The feeding was very smooth, and soon a bowl of soup went into Moore's stomach. Bai Qingqing wiped Moore's feathers and beak carefully, turning his head to look at the young snake.
"How about the little snake?"
There was no snake in the room and I didn't know where to go. Bai Qingqing subconsciously looked at Curtis, guessing whether Curtis was curled up.
Curtis glanced at Bai Qingqing, and she ignored him just now, and he ignored her.
Still Bai Qingqing couldn't hold his breath, and ran to Baba, shaking the tail of the snake and asked, "What about the little snake?"