Ningyan was just about to say that she didn't need it, she could eat by herself.
After all, she had all her limbs and wasn't pampered to that extent.
But just as she sat down, before she could say anything, Zhuo Junyue carefully brought the porridge to her mouth.
"Honey, I can eat it myself."
"Open your mouth..."
Zhuo Junyue had an overbearing look, his tone carried an unquestionable authority.
Tonight's dinner, she'd only eaten a couple of bites.
So, how could he be at ease?
Ningyan had no choice but to open her mouth, letting Zhuo Junyue feed her spoonful by spoonful.
Once the bowl of porridge was finished, Ningyan felt warmth in her heart and couldn't help but reach out to hug his waist.
Marrying Zhuo Junyue, she always felt so happy, so happy.
This man always spoiled her like that.
No matter how bad the past days were or how imperfect, she felt those things no longer mattered.
Zhuo Junyue lowered his head, gently rubbing her hair, then heard her softly sniff.
