"Cough, cough..."
Lu Fengxuan choked on herself, and a handkerchief was handed over from the side. She quickly took it to wipe her mouth.
Then, she turned her head to look at the man whose thick skin was comparable to a city wall, "Hey? Hey what?"
"You can't even drink soup properly, I said I'll feed you." Yu Chiyin reacted swiftly.
He reached out to pick up the soup bowl in front of her, scooped some soup with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to her lips.
Lu Fengxuan leaned back, "There's really no need, thank you. My hands aren't broken, you know."
"Just put it down and eat your own food." She rolled her eyes at him and pulled the bowl from his hands.
Yu Chiyin didn't manage to gain any favor, and his phoenix eyes looked at her sorrowfully, then he sighed pitifully.
"......" ???
Still acting in front of her, huh? Getting into it, huh?!
