Mo Shiqian furrowed his brows, his voice low and taut, "You didn't eat."
Whether she had eaten or not, he obviously knew.
Chi Huan turned her head to look at him, "Can't I just not eat?"
The man looked at her calmly and evenly, "No, you can't."
"I can't eat..."
Before she could finish the word 'can't,' she was already scooped up by the man's arm around her waist.
Mo Shiqian carried her, taking long strides towards the dining room.
"Mo Shiqian!"
The man seemed deaf to her protest, setting her down onto a chair in the dining room.
Chi Huan sat down but didn't get up right away, her eyes cold as she watched him, "What are you doing?"
He picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her, his voice indifferent, "Eat."
She didn't take them, "I won't eat, I can't with you watching."
The man's thin lips tightened slowly, eventually forming a straight line.
