But Gu Bailu's blame was in fact misplaced.
When Feng Qingtian returned with food, he could tell from her expression that she was still annoyed.
Anyone in her shoes would be annoyed.
Gu Bailu pouted and asked, "Tell me. What heinous things have I done to deserve divine retribution?"
Feng Qingtian petted her in amusement. "You're too kindhearted to do anything heinous. You just kidnapped me. Have some porridge."
"Do the heavens hate me for kidnapping you?" Gu Bailu opened her mouth so that Feng Qingtian could feed her.
Then, Feng Qingtian lowered his head and kissed away the leftovers on her lips.
Gu Bailu blushed and her ears turned red.
They hadn't been intimate for a long time. She still vividly remembered her declaration that they were separated, and she wasn't prepared for this at all.
"There was some on your lips. No food should be wasted, or it may infuriate the heavens," said Feng Qingtian solemnly.
