Huo Jingfeng felt a sweet ripple in his heart upon hearing Jiang Shuya say that. The feeling of being treated so tenderly was truly wonderful, truly very wonderful.
Jiang Shuya lowered her long eyelashes, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and gently blew on it at the edge of her lips, her expression focused and serious. After blowing on it, she brought the spoon to Huo Jingfeng's thin lips, and the delicious soup moistened his somewhat pale lips. She stared at him, and he at her, their eyes locked as if fixed in place, neither able to shift their gaze.
Jiang Shuya felt a bit flustered being stared at, and softly reminded him, "The soup will taste bad if it cools, drink it quickly."
Her voice was as gentle and lovely as she was, pleasant to hear, and it soothed his mood. Huo Jingfeng then opened his mouth and drank the spoonful of chicken soup.
"It's really tasty." Huo Jingfeng swallowed, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
