The takeout from the place Wen Qiao ordered was not far from the hotel and it was late at night, so the delivery arrived quickly.
Fu Jinghen had just come out of the bathroom when the takeout arrived.
Wen Qiao turned around to see Fu Jinghen after retrieving the takeout, and snapped with a stern face, "Come here and eat."
Fu Jinghen paused while drying his hair, obediently walked over to the table, and sat down.
After Wen Qiao arranged the items from the bag neatly on the table, she prepared to leave. Fu Jinghen swiftly grabbed her wrist, blocking her path, speaking in a light voice, "Feed me."
"Don't you have hands yourself?"
Fu Jinghen lied without batting an eye: "I'm too hungry to have any strength."
Wen Qiao exposed his lie, "No strength? Yet you're gripping my wrist so tightly?"
Fu Jinghen looked at her pitifully, "I only have strength for you."
"..."
Wen Qiao glared at him, "If you can't speak properly, then don't eat."
"Oh." Fu Jinghen nodded, "Then I won't eat."
