Vincent came over and helped Bai Qingqing put Moore in the bed.

Bai Qingqing's hands, red with cold, caressed the disordered and haggard crown feathers on Moore's head. It was hard to bear to see him so weak and so aggrieved.

Cover Moore with a quilt, and Bai Qingqing stands up. "I'll bring Moore a bowl of soup."

"You stay in the house, I'll go." Vincent holds Bai Qingqing's green and red hand, and the hot temperature passes by, which makes Bai Qingqing's brow stretch comfortably.

Bai Qingqing smiled at Vincent and said, "well."

Parker arranges Ann's clothes which are scratched by snakes. He looks at Bai Qingqing and Vincent. When Vincent goes out, he comes over and takes Vincent's hand.

"Your hands are icy." Parker's heart ached.

"I was in a hurry to get out. I forgot to wear gloves." Bai Qingqing crouches beside Moore again. "Compared with him, I'm not cold."

Bai Qingqing loves Moore so much, but he doesn't blame Curtis, just doesn't even look at him.

Nature is so cruel, she may not be qualified to condemn Curtis, so she said nothing, just don't want to deal with Curtis at the moment.

It has nothing to do with feelings. It's just like the anger against cuckoo. Even if it has nothing to do with ourselves, many people also don't like birds with such behaviors.

Curtis frowned, disgusted at the feeling of being suddenly excluded.

Soon, Vincent brought hot soup. Bai Qingqing takes it, breaks Moore's beak with one hand, and puts the spoon into his mouth.

The temperature in the room was very warm. Bai Qingqing's hand was already warm. Parker didn't ask for her hand, and he also reached out to break Moore's beak.

"I will."

Bai Qingqing smiled gratefully to Parker. He took the bowl and fed the soup with one hand. It was a lot easier.

Moore's throat was dry. He coughed twice when he took a sip of the soup and sprayed some of it out.

Vincent found a piece of hide and wiped off the spilled soup.

Bai Qingqing continues to feed. Moore doesn't cough, but the soup doesn't sink. It's always in his mouth, and it will overflow from his beak.

No, he won't swallow.

Bai Qingqing is a little anxious. He puts down the bowl and spoon and gently touches Moore's neck, hoping that he can swallow on his own.

The males are all on guard and can't relax their vigilance when they are unconscious. But they can also recognize their partners and realize that Qingqing is taking care of themselves. Moore's throat rolls and finally swallows the soup.

Bai Qingqing was relieved. He thought that his massage was very effective. He continued to feed soup happily.

Curtis stood behind them, silently watching Bai Qingqing take care of the eagles. His long, bright red eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he felt that he had made a bad move.

His partner is the most soft hearted. He will be more interested in him if he looks pitiful.

Curtis kneaded his nose and went to his nest fretfully.

The next feeding was very smooth, and soon a bowl of soup was all in Moore's stomach. Bai Qingqing cleans Moore's feathers and beak carefully and turns to look at the young snake.

"And the little snake?"

There was no snake in the room, and I didn't know where to go. Bai Qingqing subconsciously looks at Curtis and guesses whether he is caught by Curtis.

Curtis squinted at Bai Qingqing. She ignored him just now, and he ignored her.

Or Bai Qingqing couldn't hold his breath, ran to him, shook his tail and asked, "what about the little snake?"