Yao Lili looked at the large pot of chicken soup and in her mind, she replayed the horror of the burning sensation from that last mouthful. She was terrified beyond words.
But lifting her head and seeing Lu Shu's uncompromising expression, she bit her lip at once.
This woman was making things difficult, probably because she didn't want her to move in.
Well, Yao Lili wasn't going to fall into that trap.
At this thought, she picked up the thermos and poured the soup into the bowl. Raising the bowl to her mouth, she downed it in a big gulp.
After drinking it, she felt her throat swelling painfully from the burn.
But even then, she looked at Li Shu and said, "Here, I've finished the soup."
Li Shu looked at her with a complex expression.
Finished the soup.
She had only done this once and she had made it look as though it was a huge deal. Then what about Mo Xicheng, who had grown up doing this?
