His arms wrapped around her body, one hand holding a bowl, the other scooping a spoonful of porridge up to her lips.
The scent was sweet near her nose, and beside her was Yun Shangyuan's shallow breathing. For a moment, it seemed like she was enveloped entirely by his presence.
After a moment of silence, Feng Yueya still opened her mouth and ate a spoonful of porridge.
Seeing her eat, a smile appeared in Yun Shangyuan's eyes.
He continued to feed her, his movements careful and gentle, as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.
The bowl of porridge was quickly emptied. Setting the bowl down, Yun Shangyuan leaned in close to her lips and extended his tongue to lick off the remaining food at the corner of her mouth.
Feng Yueya shuddered and pushed him away abruptly.
"Yue Yaya..." he looked at her in disbelief.
"I... am tired," Feng Yueya said softly.
Although she couldn't hear Yun Shangyuan's voice, she knew what he wanted to say.
