"Isn't your back hurting?" Mo Nanjue coldly pushed her hand away with a handsome face, "Clumsy, just sit still."
"..."
Tong Ran sat without daring to move. The man brought over the soup after heating it in the microwave, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it over. When he saw her staring at him blankly, Mo Nanjue's lips curled into a smile, "Stunned by my looks?"
"..."
Can't feel grateful to this man...
Tong Ran pouted, just about to retort, when the spoon was shoved right into her mouth. She widened her eyes, "Mm!"
"Does it taste good?"
She rolled her eyes, "Not good."
"Then I'll feed you in another way."
"No..." Tong Ran was startled, in broad daylight and still on the first floor... She quickly nodded, "Tasty, very delicious."
Mo Nanjue set down the bowl, crossed his arms on the table, glanced at her, then suddenly spoke, "Then you feed me."
"..."
