Mu Ke's voice is as cold and irresistible as ever. Sheng Jiayu pursed her lips, then withdrew her hand, allowing the man to feed her water and then feed her porridge.
The morning sunlight shone in from behind Mu Ke, and Sheng Jiayu could see a halo of light around his black hair in the sunlight.
The man's eyelashes aren't particularly long, but they're quite curled, as if they had been clipped, and there's a seriousness in his eyes.
It seemed as if he wasn't feeding her porridge but performing a major surgery.
Serious men are the most charming, and Sheng Jiayu had to admit that Mu Ke's masculine charm was overwhelming now, making it impossible not to be captivated by him.
Sheng Jiayu looked away, her gaze falling on the porridge, a vegetable and fish fillet porridge, with the fresh aroma of fish and the delicate sweetness of vegetables. The saltiness was faint but it tasted great, warming her stomach.
