Yun Shifei lifted her eyes and saw the man staring at her without blinking. His face was pale, his thin lips as white as paper, but his eyes were exceptionally dark and bright.
A delicate sickly beauty, losing a trace of his usual allure yet gaining a vulnerable charm.
This stirred a strong protective instinct in Yun Shifei's heart.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Mu Chengzhu's actions were simply too excessive.
However, she kept her feelings in check in front of Cheng Lie.
She curled her lips slightly and brought the lunch box in her hand to Cheng Lie.
"I wasn't sure what kind of porridge you liked. I bought millet porridge, century egg and pork porridge, and yam porridge. Which one would you like?"
As Yun Shifei spoke, she opened the porridge containers, and the warm steam quickly spread, carrying a pleasant aroma. Not having had lunch yet, Yun Shifei's stomach started rumbling audibly.
Cheng Lie said, "I'm okay with anything."
