The maid came in, holding another bowl of chicken soup. She stood at the door and smiled at He Yingdong, "Third Young Master He, today's chicken soup is ready..."
Chicken soup again, she was going to throw up from drinking it.
Hearing this, she hurried to close the door, but his movements were quicker. He braced the door first and pulled her out directly.
"Drink it, or I'll feed you myself!"
Looking up, her eyes met his smiling gaze, and she felt her whole self was at a loss.
He forcefully pulled her into his arms, and she quickly waved her hands, "I'll drink it, I'll drink it, okay?"
After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, her whole body warmed up.
However, her heart remained cold.
For some reason, she always felt a cold sensation surging inside her, occasionally hearing the cries of a baby.
She didn't understand how, after losing the child, he could still look at her so calmly.
Seeing her flushed cheeks, he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply again.
