When she finished that bowl of soup, Chu Lui finally heaved a sigh of relief as he took his sleeves and helped her wipe her mouth. He did not mind the fact that his clothes were worth tens of thousands. At this time, his hair was in a mess; and his tie was haphazardly done; there was also a weird smell coming from him. Even a feather was on his pants.
"Do you want some more?" Chu Lui placed the bowl down and then placed the blanket around her. His fingers were warm, and so was his face; it was hard to associate him with the cold man from before.
Xia Ruoxin shook her head, and she wanted to smile; however, she just could not. She leaned her chin on his shoulders. If those things did not happen, how good would it be?
"Ruoxin, don't go there anymore, okay? I'll give you whatever you want." Chu Lui held Xia Ruoxin's hands tightly. "Promise me, okay?"
