Lu Family Mansion, 13:30;
Once Rong Xinghe had obediently finished her food, Xi Yuan slipped an arm beneath her knees and the other around her waist, lifting her into his arms with quiet care. He carried her to the living room like she was something fragile and irreplaceable. Like she mattered more than air.
Gently, he settled her onto the couch beside Mo Zixuan.
Her brother immediately offered her his arm, the warmth in his gaze unmistakable. As she leaned against him, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Full?" he asked softly.
"Very much," she groaned, eyes fluttering shut with dramatic exasperation.
That drew a lighthearted chuckle from the room—from the people who loved her too much to hide it.
Xi Yuan's smile was faint but tender as his gaze flicked from her peaceful face to the man standing nearby. "Bro Su," he said quietly, "could you check her vitals? Just to be sure."
