"Come and eat, your cold just got better. You need to drink some porridge to replenish your nutrients."
At this moment, Xie Qikan's voice rang out.
There was an unintentional gentleness and indulgence in his tone, as though whenever he faced the woman he cherished, his usual aloof demeanor would always soften like this.
Compared to Yuan Xiaoxiao's unease and fluster, the man wasn't exactly much calmer himself. After returning to the dining area, his elegant, strong hand still faintly retained the cool sensation from just touching the soft, pinkish little foot of the young woman. Xie Qikan's deep black eyes turned dim and obscure as he tried not to dwell on the thought; the more he pondered, the more wildly his heart raced, as if it might leap out of his chest entirely.
But recalling the reminders from his close friends, he forced himself to maintain composure.
His slender fingers picked up the spoon. With a restrained elegance, he resumed scooping porridge.
