Song Yun, this guy, isn't living with a woman for the first time, and it seems like every time he goes somewhere, there's always a woman living with him. Song Yun isn't sure if he has some powerful "cohabitation aura" or what, but these things are sometimes just a matter of fate. When fate strikes repeatedly, you just have to accept it with resignation.
At least now, lying on the bed and enjoying Xu Ying feeding him chicken soup, Song Yun feels this is quite a helpless situation.
"Sigh, Yingying, you don't need to do this." Song Yun said, looking at Xu Ying who was sitting next to him, wearing an apron and holding a bowl and a spoon.
"It's no trouble, Brother Song Yun, I'm doing this voluntarily."
Xu Ying scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, blew on it twice, and brought it to Song Yun's mouth, saying "Ah!"
Song Yun opened his mouth, and Xu Ying gently fed the chicken soup into Song Yun's mouth, then asked, "Is it hot, Brother Song Yun?"
