"Open wide." Lu Yan looked at Shen Yan with a smile.
Before Shen Yan could react, her mouth had already opened slightly.
By the time she came back to her senses, she had already eaten a spoonful of porridge.
Shen Yan's ears reddened uncontrollably. In addition, her almond-shaped eyes were tinged with a thin layer of mist because of her fever, making her look very pitiful.
Shen Yan blushed as Lu Yan fed her the bowl of porridge. After finishing it, she finally uttered, "Thank you."
"Yanyan, there's no need for formalities between us." Lu Yan looked at Shen Yan's red face and muttered, "As long as you're willing to get used to me being by your side, that's all that matters."
Shen Yan was still feverish, and she felt the man's hand on her forehead. His hand was a little cold and the place he touched felt very comfortable.
