Tong Ran hung her head down, not speaking for a long time, the man put the bowl down, "What's wrong? Not feeling well?"
"No." She shook her head muffled, Mo Nanjue was about to lift her face, but she reached out and hugged his waist, leaning her face tightly against his chest.
The man's body froze, and his voice became inexplicably tense, "What's the matter?"
She breathed deeply, surrounded by his scent, Tong Ran felt moved so easily, her eyes reddened, "Mo Nanjue, why are you so good to me?"
Mo Nanjue thought she was feeling unwell somewhere, but hearing her say this, the man's sexy thin lips curved slightly, his raised hand landed on her waist, "One should repay kindness."
"..."
Knowing his next words would be anything but serious, Tong Ran quickly reached out to cover his mouth, "Can't you say something nice?"
"Love is shown through actions," the man lightly bit her palm, "Need me to feed you chicken soup with my mouth?"
She withdrew her hand, "No."
