"I can do it myself," Su Zhiruan attempted to feed herself, but Ji Xiaoyuan had already brought the porridge to her lips.
"Eat," he held the spoon in front of her.
Left with no choice, Su Zhiruan had to swallow the spoonful of porridge from his hand.
The meal slowly came to an end in this back-and-forth atmosphere.
Su Zhiruan wasn't very hungry; she only ate two buns, while the man devoured the remaining dozen or so with the speed of a whirlwind, leaving Su Zhiruan staring in astonishment.
After eating, he quickly went to wash the dishes.
When he returned, Su Zhiruan looked at the layout of the room, raised her head to him, and said, "I'm sorry, I've taken your bed."
"It doesn't matter, it's chilly at night. Miss Ruan Ruan, make sure you're covered well and rest. Don't mind me," Ji Xiaoyuan pulled up the blanket for her and then extinguished the candle in the room.
