An Ran sipped her porridge proudly, but immediately spat it out.
"What's wrong? Does your mouth hurt?"
Mu Xingfeng watched her stick out her little tongue in pain, fanning it furiously with her hands, her eyes welling up with tears, looking utterly miserable. His heart ached for her.
After a while, An Ran felt her fanning wasn't helping much, so she stopped, puffed out her bright red lips, and said, "Instructor Mu, I never expected being your girlfriend to be such a high-risk job. I firmly request full insurance coverage."
"Alright, I'll get you complete coverage," Mu Xingfeng obediently replied, picking up the bowl of porridge in front of An Ran. He scooped up a spoonful, tested the temperature, and brought it to her lips. "Be a good girl, even if it hurts, eat a little."
Perhaps it was the man's compliance that moved the girl, or perhaps it was his gentleness, but the girl smiled with her eyes, looked at him, and opened her mouth to take the porridge.
