As he raised his head from that bowl of porridge, Qin Zhi Hao caught that Xiao Feng was staring at him with his bright eyes. The boy had pulled over a stool to sit down. He had had one hand under his chin and a faint smile on the lips as he was watching him eat.
Meeting Xiao Feng's gaze, Qin Zhi Hao felt a little embarrassed. He held the bowl with one hand placed one hand on his chest. Slowly, he began to rub that uncomfortable area on his chest.
"What's wrong?" Yu Feng noticed the strange look on his face and asked.
Qin Zhi Hao shook his head. "Nothing. The porridge is a little hot."
Yu Feng clicked her tongue. "Xiao Qi, are you a child? Why would you drink the porridge when it was still too hot?"
"I'll be careful." Qin Zhi Hao lowered his head again. The matter he wanted to say was temporarily forgotten.
