Zhixi softly replied, her eyes focused on the dishes on the table, but her ears turned red.
He Jingyao curled his lips into a smile and served her a bowl of soup, pushing it in front of her: "Have some hot soup first."
She reached out to hold the soup bowl, lowered her head, and sipped it slowly.
A few strands of long hair fell down, and He Jingyao reached out to tuck them behind her ear, gently pinching her soft and red earlobe as well.
She flinched slightly as if startled, struggling a little, but He Jingyao wouldn't let go.
She secretly glanced at him, a bit of soft plea in her eyes.
He Jingyao's gaze deepened, reluctantly withdrawing his hand, his voice hoarse: "Drink up."
Zhixi quietly let out a sigh of relief and continued drinking her soup.
Shen Yushan stared blankly at their interaction, her feelings somewhat complex.
