Su Qinglan's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red at his whispered words. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the bowl, and she refused to meet his eyes.
Xuan Long watched her closely. The way her face flushed, the way her lashes trembled, it made his chest tighten. His heart began to beat faster and faster, almost painfully.
He really wanted to bite her. Those soft, red lips that always pouted angrily, those cheeks that puffed up whenever she was mad… why was she so sweet?
He chuckled softly, his deep voice low and warm. "Drink this first," he said, his eyes still lingering on her face.
Su Qinglan blinked and finally looked down at the stone bowl in her hands. It was filled with a simple-looking meat soup. The steam rose slowly, carrying a faint, rich aroma.
Her stomach growled softly. She hadn't eaten anything since last night, and it was already noon. She didn't even have the strength to pretend anymore.
"…Okay," she muttered, her voice small.
