Mama Yin cast a glance at her husband with a look of resignation.
But Yin Shaojie sniggered secretly instead.
After finishing the soup, Yin Shaojie took Mu Xiaoxiao into his room.
He stared at her little face and asked, "Do you feel anything?"
"Feel anything?" Mu Xiaoxiao batted her eyes, held her face in her hands and rubbed it. Then she grinned and said, "It seems like my skin is smoother now?"
Puzzled, she asked, "The soup was pretty good. Why did you come up with excuses to not drink it?"
Yin Shaojie's elegant face showed awkwardness, and he coughed as though he didn't want to explain himself.
He pinched her nose and said, "In any case… this soup isn't good for me. It's better that I don't drink it. It's for your own good too!"
"For my own good?" Mu Xiaoxiao was even more puzzled.
How did it matter to her whether he drank the soup or not?
