"Good, good," Sister Lan sighed with relief. She gently closed the door for those two, but before the door was locked, she added with concern, "You can't make it too intense."
Luosang spooned the millet congee into her mouth.
Then, she wiped her mouth while complaining, "Sister Lan…"
"Ahyaya, I'm only worried about you," Sister Lan tittered, hurriedly closing the door.
The room instantly fell into silence. Luosang could feel Nian Junting's burning gaze on her body. She pretended not to feel anything, but quietly eating the congee.
Recently, the smell of any food would make her sick. The millet congee tasted good, though.
As she finished half of the bowl of congee, and feeling a little full, Nian Junting slowly approached her, and said with a low and gentle voice, "Luo, let me taste it."
Luosang turned, and saw his delicate face. The light poured across him, so bright and beautiful.
