Just as Noah Drexler was staring at her in a trance, Summer Shawcross suddenly withdrew her hand from the porridge, placing it back into the bowl, then suddenly lowered her head and took a sip.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, puzzled, but she placed the bowl on the ground and suddenly stood up, leaning toward him.
She reached out, cupping his face in her hands. At that moment, she felt the stubble on his face... she paused for a second and then quickly moved closer, pressing her lips against his thin lips.
Noah Drexler's body went stiff.
Summer's heart was filled with joy as she hurriedly passed the porridge from her mouth to his.
Noah Drexler frowned. Even though he didn't want to eat, he couldn't help but open his lips and drink the porridge she passed to him.
The food, which once made him feel nauseous, now carried her scent... becoming not so hard to swallow, instead... it held a bit of sweetness.
