The maid came in, carrying another bowl of chicken soup, and smiled at He Yingdong at the door, "Third Young Master, today's chicken soup is ready..."
Chicken soup again, she felt like she was going to throw up.
Hearing this, she quickly reached out to close the door, but he was faster. He held the door open and pulled her out.
"Drink it, or I'll feed you myself!"
She looked up and met his smiling eyes, feeling completely unsettled.
He forcefully pulled her into his arms, and she quickly waved her hands, "I'll drink, can't I just drink it?"
After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, she felt warm all over.
Yet, her heart was still cold.
For some reason, she always felt a chill in her heart, and occasionally, she could hear the cry of a baby.
She didn't understand how, after losing a child, he could look at her so calmly.
Seeing her flushed cheeks, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply again.
This time, it tangled for quite a while.
