Long Xuan was not angry at all. There was a small smile on his lips and he looked like a satiated animal.
He waved off all the servants and suddenly pulled Lin Qingyuan onto his lap. He ladled a bowl of soup for her.
"Be a good girl and drink the soup."
Lin Qingyuan did not accept his offer and turned her gaze away.
Her legs were still feeling numb, that jerk!
"Do you want me to feed you?" Long Xuan was not mad at all. He held the bowl and looked at her calmly.
For some strange reason, Lin Qingyuan felt that the look in his eyes was a little dangerous. She gave some thought to this and took the bowl without arguing. She finished the soup in one gulp.
"Good girl!" Long Xuan reached out to rub her head.
This made Lin Qingyuan feel like she was a pet he owned, and she slapped his hand away grumpily.
