Yu Yanshen suddenly felt that giving her the cold shoulder was indeed not the right choice.
He had always spoiled her too much, and she wouldn't feel a sense of crisis.
Forget it.
"Feed me." He bit her earlobe as if venting frustration, then let out a low breath.
Yao Qing composed herself and looked at the man in front of her, who seemed to be... soliciting affection, and her eyes shifted thoughtfully.
"You want me to feed you?"
"Otherwise?"
Yao Qing narrowed her eyes with a smile, lifted her hand to hold the spoon in her mouth, along with the food he had specifically requested.
Yu Yanshen's expression didn't seem to change, he just stared at Yao Qing intently.
Yao Qing, under his gaze, didn't feel guilty, just bit the spoon with her hands climbing onto his shoulders, and her forehead naturally rested against his head.
