Even though he understood the reason, he couldn't find any words to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
"If it really doesn't suit your taste, don't force yourself. I'll have it changed." he said softly, knowing deep down that it wasn't really about the breakfast not being palatable. It was more about him not knowing what to say to make the atmosphere more natural.
Feng Jinglei suddenly looked up, "No need, I didn't say it doesn't suit my taste, it's just that my body is a bit sore, so I feel a bit uncom—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned.
She originally planned to find an excuse to mask her current absent-mindedness, but as soon as she spoke, even she was surprised.
Actually mentioning soreness, wasn't this deliberately bringing up last night's events?
Her voice halted abruptly, and at that moment, she just wanted to crawl under the dining table and never come out again!
Stammering for a while, her cheeks turned even redder.
