This night, to Nangong Qingcheng, was destined to be a night of shyness, grievance, and happiness.
Every girl in the world is the same; sometimes, after being neglected for a long time, a little accompaniment and coaxing are all that's needed.
No matter how unwilling or resistant she may appear, her heart accepts it.
Who doesn't like being cared for?
The fact that Nangong Qingcheng occasionally can't help but throw a little tantrum at Jiang Feng just shows how important Jiang Feng has become in her heart, developing a dependence that leads to insecurity.
Having finished a whole cup of hot porridge, the night had reached the wee hours, and Nangong Qingcheng was almost exhausted, covered in the sweat of Jiang Feng's teasing.
The key was that Jiang Feng didn't just feed her porridge; he never missed taking advantage, never keeping his tongue honest, nearly hooking Qingcheng's soul out several times, making her terribly shy.
"Alright, it's late, get some good rest."
